I was a mute of glory great miracles,
I stood inside my mind of poor thoughts,
Around crosses and religious pentacles
And lots of people cries and fears pouts.
I stood inside forever holly verity,
I saw and touched the sky of angel`s cloth,
I felt the fingers of the Space`s charity,
Recovered sight, of being blind because.
And now I see this world is full of gratefulness,
Amazing live is full of tears, but cute…
I am a piece of the forever endlessness,
I am a flower and of shining mute…
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