From the corner where he stood
On his one-legged pride
And tattered spirit,
He saw her fight
The demons that crept up
Her slender thighs
To trap her in a nightmare
That would never end.
He found her beautiful.
Despite the dark glasses
And the tap-tapping stick
She managed to glide along
The roads where angels feared to tread.
She burned brightly
Even in the darkness
Till all he could remember was
The tingling sensation in the eyes
After having stared too hard
At the bright glowing sun.
The Grateful Dead 
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