Even without lights, the writer writes. And the whole world does the same.

As long as there are words to be written on cream paper,

And there are songs to be given melody,

As long as there’s a dream house to be built,

and one-and-only moments to be frozen in picture frames,

As long are there are graceful and synchronized movements to be done,

and wonders to be finally understood by the mere human mind,

As long as there are relationships to be made and forever cherished,

and there are places to be experienced,

As long as change is needed,

and there are stars to reach,

As long we are all alive,

and there are reasons to live,

WE WILL ALL DO WHAT WE LOVE.

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