Never too late, not until the final breath's taken

Nihilism's bad myth, and all followers forsaken

fresh leaves to be turned, new thought's spoken

these are some hopes of we not yet heartbroken

don't wait for the gasp, a last thought of poor me

now my chances are gone, oh why couldn't I see?

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