The cold experience of blindness
Is no more
If I were a bird with wings
I would soar
I have triumphed and I am proud
Where once I was ashamed
I lived underneath a dark cloud
I am changed, my life is new
I am happy, no longer blue
I am free, I am unabashed
The worst of my days are gone at last
The cold experience of blindness
Is no more
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