If blind was,
the world whole.
With deeds would love,
and not with words.
If it was also,
even though deaf.
It would hear only,
the voice of depth.
If mute were all,
people worldwide.
There wouldn't be hurted,
there wouldn't be lied.
And for all that happen.
I leave you all in peace.
Is not for me this 'heaven'.
It never sympathized me.
So, I don't want any more.
To walk beside the lie.
And this last strophe.
I've choose to say goodbye.
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