From the day of awaken conscience
Through mist have I passed
Down and far looking askance
Speck of dust
Sea of galaxies
Saw the garden ground
Treacherous glance
Testify...
There is God around for pure eye
And from heart there is fear
As I am not deaf, dumb and blind
I could see things
I could feel errors
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