We’ve been conceived in blindness and bewilderment. Before the primal sin, burnt out the sight in our eyes. It's a sense, hated by the human race, when we cannot see truly nothing, except the things we waste.
I was so close to the sky, so close to touch the sun. My cheeks brushed the clouds, I didn't know the words, so my voice was mute, I didn't need a truth. My eyes were open but the sight was blurred. I didn't need the truth. The truth.
Release me, I want to come back home. I live in illness from which there is no cure. There is no cure. There is no cure.
I was so close to the sky, so close to touch the sun. My cheeks brushed the clouds, I didn't know the words, so my voice was mute.
And I didn't need to know the truth. Unawareness is the blessing we lost. Gift from the god, which he later takes from us, takes from us.
Unawareness is a blessing. Gift from the god, which he later takes from us. Unawareness is a blessing. Over time We are turning to ghosts. Unawareness is a blessing. Residues of the beauty we were which should last. which should last
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