Sorry, I missed out the "i" in "flying".
Never to hear the birds singing
Or see them flying in the sky.
Never to hear the sweet music
Of lovers as they walk on by.
Never to see the sun
Shining in the sky
Or smell the delicious smell
Of home-baked apple pie.
Never to hear the wind
Whistle in the trees.
Never to hear a pin drop
On a carpet of fallen leaves.
Never to see a butterfly
Gracefully fly away.
Never to see the light
That shines on this brand new day.
Living without sound,
Living without sight.
Could we imagine what it's like,
To live in a world of perpetual night?
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