A blind know ledged person emerges from the dark
After his kingdom beckoned him when in a park.
In it he states allegiance elegantly, drawing facts
From his own speech, pulling tears and acts.
His sight was allowed, the road was known as safe,
And light managed to be sucked into him, so unsafe.
The ground retold the riches, of a better man than any,
How do sleepy souls rejoice now so correctly?
Through the night, the blind man sees his achievement,
With successful attributes, with wealth and its measurement.
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