| [00:24.20] | The dancer slows her frantic pace |
| [00:26.48] | In pain and desperation |
| [00:28.84] | Her aching limbs and downcast face |
| [00:31.14] | Aglow with perspiration |
| [00:35.92] | Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire |
| [00:38.36] | With just the briefest pause |
| [00:40.76] | The flooding through her memory |
| [00:43.20] | The echoes of old applause |
| [00:51.66] | She limps across the floor |
| [00:55.30] | And closes her bedroom door... |
| [01:23.79] | The writer stare with glassy eyes |
| [01:26.03] | Defies the empty page |
| [01:28.57] | His beard is white, his face is lined |
| [01:30.79] | And streaked with tears of rage |
| [01:35.32] | Thirty years ago, how the words would flow |
| [01:38.01] | With passion and precision |
| [01:40.52] | But now his mind is dark and dulled |
| [01:42.50] | By sickness and indecision |
| [01:51.35] | And he stares out the kitchen door |
| [01:54.91] | Where the sun will rise no more... |
| [02:08.55] | Some are born to move the world |
| [02:11.93] | To live their fantasies |
| [02:16.03] | But most of us just dream about |
| [02:19.39] | The things we'd like to be |
| [02:23.52] | Sadder still to watch it die |
| [02:27.08] | Than never to have known it |
| [02:30.94] | For you, the blind who once could see |
| [02:35.90] | The bell tolls for thee... |
| [02:43.75] | The bell tolls for thee... |
| [04:22.01] | For you, the blind who once could see |
| [04:27.03] | The bell tolls for thee... |
| [04:34.45] | The bell tolls for thee... |
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