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There's always a light

Shining brightly in the night

It's not the moon

Or the billions of stars

But the heart of the beholder

The one who wonders

What goes beyond imagination

The fine line between life and death

Their hearts blossom

And guide this world

Through the countless battles

Whether blood is shed

Or people are lost

Their hearts glow

Because ours can not

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