NONE SO BLIND…

NONE SO BLIND…

When that sacred gin mill closes

And the dry-eyed need reviving,

You, Tiresias, shall laugh heartily

At us all

Wide-eyed we went, and you Tiresias,

Darkened by that terrible beauty,

Still saw our fall

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