When first we rose, a spark in endless night,
The stars looked down and saw what we could be.
With hands of dust, we shaped a future bright,
Yet frail as leaves, we bent before the tree.
We dream in flames, yet often walk in shade,
Our hearts both soft and steeled by pain we bear.
In joy and grief, our deepest truths are made,
For love alone can hold our soul's repair.
In every face, a mirror to the whole,
Our fates entwined, no life stands all apart.
Through every loss, we find the timeless goal:
To lift another's burden, heal their heart.
O fragile race, yet bold beyond compare,
In you, the hope of earth and stars we share.

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