| Colours I have never seen,
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| Shapes that should not have been,
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| My limbs that I am losing,
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| My mind this fear is confusing,
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| My sight, but I see with no eyes,
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| Mark my words, which now mean nothing but lies,
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| The world within my imagination,
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| (Going) through the transformation
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| Yes, you’re a blind man,
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| Lost in the dark
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| You wish to wake but how?
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| Yes you’re a blind man,
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| Caught in the cage,
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| You wish to find the way out.
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| The world as we know it,
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| I never doubted,
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| Stumbling on my only reward,
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| Do I belong to something,
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| That’s not the same (any more) as it used to be,
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| Something (once) called an emotion,
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| I’m so sure that is long,
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| Much longer than my existence,
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| I’m so sure that is old,
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| Much older than our existence |