Die not for the state of things,
Die for the Hope of Restoration.
Values change not in importance or merit,
But adherence may wax and wane.
Live for the moon to be seen.
Pass for ideals much greater.
Waste not a breath, nor spare one,
For each comes as precariously as the next.
Give Life to the Goodness of old
And let it starve today's Moral Cold.
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