Roses have thorns.
Nevertheless, I like roses.The moon has spots.
Nevertheless, I love the moon.Heaven is not all perfect.
Nevertheless, I adore Heaven.I am not always divine.
Nevertheless, God claims me. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 17, Agni Press, 1974
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