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Braille Museum

bytangentjoker©

So, here I am again; I'm stumbling all around,
Yes, once more, I'm groping in the dark.
I'm not quite certain just what I've found,
I never really know when I've made that spark.

Love is like a Braille Museum,
I'm reaching around when nothing is really there.
Love is like a Braille Museum;
I'd have to feel it to know that you really care.

I'm alone and lost and I'm feeling quite confused.
Love is something I'll never comprehend.
Every time it happens I feel so used;
I always seem to get it in the end.

I'm moving so slowly.
Afraid to trip; I'm afraid to fall.
You seem so holy.
I just pray you won't let me hit the wall.

They say that love is blind; I don't think that's true.
I'd say the blind ones were you and I.
But if Eros has gone sightless, what can we do?
I felt you touch my heart and now I want to fly.

But love is like a Braille Museum,
I'm reaching out when nothing is really there.
Love is like a Braille Museum;
I'd have to feel it to know that you really care.

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