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There was a blind man,
he dreamt of open skies,
so blue,
one could see them with closed eyes.

There was a man who could not hear,
he dreamt of a musical orchestra,
mellow and deep,
like the phantom of the opera.

There was a man who could not smell,
he dreamt of a heavenly fragrance,
so strong,
even bees became overwhelmed in its presence.

There was a man who could not taste,
he dreamt of dark chocolate,
so sweet,
his mouth watered thinking about it.

There was a man who could not feel,
he dreamt of an eternal love,
so warm,
he could feel it in this life and the next above.

There was even a man who died,
but he dreamt memories,
living life fully,
let him rest in ease.

There was a man who lived,
but he dreamt of nothing in life,
and because of this;
he will never see life beyond the dull,
nor hear the music from the soul,
he will never smell the beauty of a flower,
nor taste the sweetest sour,
he will never feel eternal bliss,
nor will he ever have a happy day to reminisce.
So in the end he will be the only one in strife.