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Darkest night - too dark too see.
Why try, why grope in the unknown blackness? A hand is holding mine: safety. Darkest night and wildest storm - the wind roars and threatens and tugs - Yet calmest peace. The stronger the thirst the sweeter the water, The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy: The darker the night the brighter the stars.
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