A Blind Boy

I know a noble young blind boy
Is any that cane make him enjoy
Tell him the thing known as light
Where he sits in a wonderful sight

Wants to be in this world bright
Don't know who sits beside
He always asks to his god
'Oh! return my eye sight my lord'

I always think about him
What he feels about his eyes which are dim
He calms himself with the voices of birds
It is only the thing he deserves

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