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022. _ the blind lead the blind

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The poor, the meek, the restless folk
Dance and pray and beg to find
A way to go, a place for hope,
Where skies are clear and life is kind.
They search in vain, they weep and joke
'Til swept aside by fools entwined
Who never looked, nor ever spoke
- The blind that lead the blind.