There is no death, but disappointment and lost ideals.
Breathe life into your ideals―new life and hope.
Set them once more upon the pedestal―Determine that they be imbued with life.
Nothing is lost but the mere husk of an ideal―
The germ is still there―only waiting for the breath of love to bring it forth in new and glorious garments, fit for the wedding feast of your soul.
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