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THE SIGHT HAS SLOWLY FADED,
SHADOWS ONLY SEEN.
TOLD NO HOPE,
AGAIN, AGAIN..
NOTHING CAN THEY DO.
PERHAPS BY CHANCE,
A STROKE OF LUCK,
ONE SAID STILL IS HOPE.
WITH SKILL OF BLADE,
A TOUCH OF GRACE,
A MIRACLE PERFORMED.
THE PATCHES GONE,
THE SIGHT RESTORED,
BRING TEARS OF ENDLESS JOY.
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THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
