Poetas, soñadores sin sonrisas,
Saben que la vida es triste,
Y que la felicidad no existe.
Poets, dreamers without smiles,
They know that life is sad,
Happiness, a passing fad.
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All joking aside, declaring the party over, turning inward and silent after all the festive talk, it's time to commune with the deep spirit of poetry. Nietzsche, one of the truest poets ever, revealed the Midnight Wisdom: The world is deep, and deeper than day can know. Deep is her woe: Joy deeper still than heart's grief. Woe shouts: B-E-G-O-N-E! But JOY claims ETERNITY, never ending, everlasting day!