To see the light…is to be in the dark
Oh, how gloomy.
Oh, how enticing
To be afraid of the dark is to avoid the light
Oh, how bare, oh how austere
For night and day, it serves a purpose
Some prefer the sun, and some prefer the moon
But it’s all entwined into a tiny web
See it how you must
Some things are just a blur
And not everything is black and white
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