In the stillness of blackest night, /
Two souls appear, each bearing light. /
No shadow shall divide their flame, /
No silence dim what they became. /
Each holds a candle, each holds a choice /
To meet, to shine, to share one voice. /
Where all is dark, they do not fear: /
Their light is real. Their path is clear.
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In the darkness, a woman holding a lit candle meets a man with a lit candle in his hand. The only light comes from the candles. Everything else is black.