_Dedicated to everyone who feels that they cannot be happy... Your light will eventually unveil..._
On the path to find the true light,
I met a maiden fine, but not so bright,
She said this path does not excite,
Says she's learnt to embrace her night...
She loved the dark and all its pain,
The light scorches, it was her bane,
But she carried a lamp along this way,
And sought to pour the oil away...
My lamp was dim, but hers wasn't lit,
The oil of hers, would a thousand lamps emit,
So, I begged for a drop, but she gave me four,
And my lamp didn't quench anymore...
So, my mind pieced a truth I couldn't fight:
Though she loved the dark and I the light,
“If she would add her oil and light her lamp,
I bet it'd shine brighter than a million stars...”
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