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Desired by the light, darkness made her presence bright,
For alone the dark knew, the pain of his undesired sight.
The flower nectar ed the bees,
For they will meet her lover, at a long who lives!
The peregrinations are to the glorified peaks,
Few knows the wealth for souls, is the depth which valley holds.
Farthest than the sun, like diving deeper in an ocean,
The pain is placed in our parts
It’s the love! my heart sensed,
Capable of enlightening the generations to come.