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### Morning Glory ###I lit my purest candle close to myWindow, hoping it would catch the eyeOf any vagabond who passed it by,And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing near;As he neared I felt the ancient fearThat he had come to wound my door and jeer,And I waited in my fleeting house "Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;And he stood before my fleeting house "No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"And he walked away from my fleeting house "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;And he walked away from my fleeting house### Must Have Been Blind ###Here I am believin' words againHere I am tryin' to find your love againHere I am down on my knees againPrayin' for a loveThat we used to know Both of us know How hard it is to loveAnd let it goBoth of us knowHow hard it is to go on living that wayWhen so few understand what it meansTo fall in loveAnd so few know how hard it is to live without itI must have been blindI must have been blindLord, I must have been blind To hold something realAnd not believe itTo live in her lifeAnd never trustin'To give all you know and never feel itTo hold back each dayUntil it dies away Both of us knowHow hard it is to loveAnd let it goBoth of us knowHow hard it is to go onLiving that wayWhen so few undersand what it meansTo fall in loveAnd so few know how hard it is to live without itI must have been blindI must have been blindLord, I must have been blind