Standing in darkness, lost in the night,
Drawn to the candle burning bright;
Swaying and spinning, craving the light,
We grasp at a truth
That slips out of sight;
We search for a future, a single bright spark;
We long for the daytime, an end to the dark;
We cling to the candle, though fragile and small,
And hope for a morning
To dawn for us all.
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