Futile seems darkness,
Without the light, the brightness,
Since illumination makes dimness contrary,
Yet both within them do possess beauty.
Darkness is not entirely bad,
Since night is the time we go to bed,
To sleep, to rest,
Which seems for the body best.
The mind must never be dark,
Eternal luminosity should be its trademark.
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