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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
All but blind In the evening sky The hooded Bat Twirls swiftly by.
All but blind In the burning day The Barn-Owl blunders On her way.
And blind as are These three to me So, blind to Some-One I must be.
Walter de la Mare
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