On a starry night as I watch the moon unfold,
And the stars wake up from slumber deep,
I wonder whether such sights were oft for me to behold,
But such bliss and tranquility is hard to keep.
For as long as there be light, there shall be darkness too.
And one has to embrace all,
Even if one stands in glee or rue.
Every joy will have its call,
As a lost candle is found in darkness,
As one peeps onto success in one's fall,
As I believe this sight my eyes shall harness.
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