Still Not Thy Heart
From vices to virtues, we all have our share.
Though the battle seems lost, all is truly not.
So put down that glass and turn away from the cliff there.
For a new day's begun, but don't let it go to rot,
'Cause days like this, are seldomly said.
Just keep on pushing, 'till you drop stone-dead.
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