The Blind Seer
In a small stone house
by an Irish Moor...
with a graven sign
above the door
.
Agatha Collin you'll find
living in a world that's blind
never having seen the light
and yet she has the gift of sight
.
When travelers come to hear
in search of what's coming near
she finds that their Life unfolds
not always liking what is told
.
Some are blessed with fortune
a wedding soon to come
but other not so fortunate
hear the opening of a casket
.
Though she sees for all who come
with visions of futures blossom
her own life's dark of what will pass
no sight for her own life, alas
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