All around I see brightness,
every shade of whiteness.
Am I alive or dead?
did I fall and bump my head?
Beautiful is this place,
I can see everything, but my face.
I look into the mirror and I have changed,
no longer do I look deranged.
This place, it is called heaven
this place is my lucky seven.
every shade of whiteness.
Am I alive or dead?
did I fall and bump my head?
Beautiful is this place,
I can see everything, but my face.
I look into the mirror and I have changed,
no longer do I look deranged.
This place, it is called heaven
this place is my lucky seven.
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