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Even in the absence of light, you shine,
How is it that even your shadow holds such virtue?
Even in the trace left behind by your form, you remain radiant,
How has the delicate touch of heaven graced the earth so profoundly?
Your silhouette cast upon the darkened ground,
Is like a brushstroke drawn by the hand of God.
Even the traces of your existence
Resound endlessly with beauty across the world.
O shadow, even you have been graced with the gift of charm.
The stars gaze down in silent laughter,
And even the moon, seeing you, shyly hides its light,
For even a fragment of you is worthy of reaching the heavens.
Now I ask, you who carry the breath of the divine,
How is it that you shine without light,
And even as a shadow, remain so lovely and endearing?
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