The stars shine not for joy,
The flames burn not for love.
The sun is not here for day,
Nor the moon for silver laughter.
Nor the heart beat for needs of the spirit.
Yet what are the stars without light,
The flames without warmth,
What is the sun if the colors are not resplendent by day
Or the moon to light the paths at night,
Or the heart, devoid of its fruits
Of all of these and so much more.
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