Dan-

cer

slows

her

fran-

tic

pace

in

pain

and

des-

pe-

ra-

tion,

Her

a-

ching

limbs

and

down-

cast

face

a-

glow

with

per-

spi-

ra-

tion

Stiff

as

wire,

her

lungs

on

fire,

with

just

the

brie-

fest

pause

Then

floo-

ding

through

her

me-

mo-

ry,

the

e-

choes

of

old

a-

pplause.

And

she

limps

a-

cross

the

floor

And

clo-

ses

her

bed-

room

door...

Wri-

ter

stares

with

gla-

ssy

eyes

de-

fies

the

em-

pty

page

His

beard

is

white,

his

face

is

lined

and

streaked

with

tears

of

rage.-

Thir-

ty

years

a-

go,

how

the

words

would

flow

with

pa-

ssion

and

pre-

ci-

sion,

But

now

his

mind

is

dark

and

dulled

by

sick-

ness

and

in-

de-

ci-

sion

And

he

stares

out

the

ki-

tchen

door

Where

the

sun

will

rise

no

more...

Some

are

born

to

move

the

world

to

live

their

fan-

ta-

sies

But

most

of

us

just

dream

a-

bout

the

things

we'd

like

to

be

Sa-

dder

still

to

watch

it

die

than

ne-

ver

to

have

known

it

For

you,

the

blind

who

once

could

see--

The

bell

tolls

for

thee

The

bell

tolls

for...

For

you,

the

blind

who

once

could

see--

The

bell

tolls

for

thee

The

bell

tolls

for

thee