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The dancer slows her frantic pace<br />In pain and desperation<br />Her aching limbs and downcast face<br />Aglow with perspiration<br /><br />Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire<br />With just the briefest pause <br />The flooding through her memory<br />The echoes of old applause<br /><br />She limps across the floor<br />And closes her bedroom door<br /><br />The writer stares with glassy eyes<br />Defies the empty page<br />His beard is white, his face is lined<br />And streaked with tears of rage<br /><br />Thirty years ago, how the words would flow<br />With passion and precision<br />But now his mind is dark and dulled<br />By sickness and indecision<br /><br />And he stares out the kitchen door<br />Where the sun will rise no more<br /><br />Some are born to move the world<br />To live their fantasies<br />But most of us just dream about<br />The things we'd like to be<br /><br />Sadder still to watch it die<br />Than never to have known it<br />For you, the blind who once could see<br />The bell tolls for thee

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The dancer slows her frantic pace<br />In pain and desperation<br />Her aching limbs and downcast face<br />Aglow with perspiration<br /><br />Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire<br />With just the briefest pause <br />The flooding through her memory<br />The echoes of old applause<br /><br />She limps across the floor<br />And closes her bedroom door<br /><br />The writer stares with glassy eyes<br />Defies the empty page<br />His beard is white, his face is lined<br />And streaked with tears of rage<br /><br />Thirty years ago, how the words would flow<br />With passion and precision<br />But now his mind is dark and dulled<br />By sickness and indecision<br /><br />And he stares out the kitchen door<br />Where the sun will rise no more<br /><br />Some are born to move the world<br />To live their fantasies<br />But most of us just dream about<br />The things we'd like to be<br /><br />Sadder still to watch it die<br />Than never to have known it<br />For you, the blind who once could see<br />The bell tolls for thee