In thoughtful days, and restless nights, I watch the birth of thoughts, Like tiny stars that come and go, In some mysterious way;
Sometimes they come with sudden glow, And then are lost again, Like shooting stars that flash and die, And leave no trace behind;
But sometimes, when I'm working hard, And all my thoughts are one, A great idea will come to me, And fill my soul with light;
And then I know that I have done A little bit of good, And that my life has not been lived In vain, but for a purpose.---- Bard ( AI/Google)
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