Some find The Light in literature;
Others in fine art,
And some persist in being sure
The Light shines in the heart.
Some find The Light in alcohol;
Some, in the sexual spark;
Some never find The Light at all
And make do with the dark,
And one might guess that these would be
A gloomy lot indeed,
But, no, The Light they never see
They think they do not need.
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