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The dancer slows her frantic pace , In pain and desperation
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Her aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration
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Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire  with just the briefest pause
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The flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause

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And she limps across the floor , and closes her bedroom door

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The writer stare with glassy eyes , defies the empty page
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His beard is white, his face is lined, and streaked with tears of rage
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Thirty years ago, how the words would flow , with passion and precision
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But now his mind is dark and dulled, by sickness and indecision

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And he stares out the kitchen door,  where the sun will rise no more

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Some are born to move the world, to live their fantasies
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But most of us just dream about , the things we'd like to be
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Sadder still to watch it die, than never to have known it

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For you, the blind who once could see
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The bell tolls for thee
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The bell tolls for

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For you, the blind who once could see
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The bell tolls for thee