Just Throw A Glance On The Sky,
Witness The Zest Of The Santillating Stars,
And The Brilliant Glamour Of The Halfed-moon.
Darkness Cease Not The Brilliance Of The Family.

The Sun Governs It's Resurrection,
It Seeks No Authority To Propagate It's Feathers,
And No Permission To Effulge in Splendour.
Clouds Forcover It,
And Rains Weep On It's Behalf,
But A Dog Will Never Stop Barking
Until it Utters Words.
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