WHY I DON'T UNDERSTAND
DID THE NIGHT EVER DIE.
WHY DIDN'T I EVER SEE
THE BRIGHT NEW SKY.
WHEREVER DO I SEE
NOTHING DO I FIND NEW
EXCEPT THE BLACK SKY
WHICH MAKES ME CRY.
THE WORLD IS SO VERY DIFFERENT
FROM WHAT I HAD HEARD
PEOPLE TOLD ME IT WAS COLORFUL
BUT IS DULL
FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME
WHO CANNOT SEE
HAVE NO SURPRISES
AS YOU SEE.
SO IN THE END
I HAVE A REQUEST
TO ALL OF YOU
NEVER HATE THE ONES WHO ARE NOT
AS LUCKY AS YOU
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