When I was down, with nothing to give
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She would smile and put the whole thing in perspective
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She cheered me up, 'n' gave me hope
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She took my hand and said "Come on, be constructive".
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Who could find a nicer person on this Earth?
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For one so blind how come I got so lucky?
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And who could shine more brightly than the stars that girth
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The heavens above
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How could I be so cruel?
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Sometimes she'd cry, quietly alone
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And all the while, trying to disguise it.
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That's when I'd die, knowing the harm was done
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Too late by a mile to start to realise it.
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Who could find a nicer person on this Earth?
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For one so blind how come I got so lucky?
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And who could shine more brightly than the stars that girth
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The heavens above
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How could I be so cruel?
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Now my life is full of time to spare
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I'd listen out for her - there's no one there
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Crazy dreams, I've had my share
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Some I could see through
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Some were more arrestin'
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Dreams would fade, you know how they wear
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And all the while the truth was more interesting.
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I could not find a nicer person on this Earth
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For one so blind how come I got so lucky?
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And who could shine more brightly than the stars that girth
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The Heavens above
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They must think me a fool.
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They Must Think Me A Fool
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Clifford T. Ward |