All the same, though it wants to change,
the golden rim wares gray and thin
As urge still stirs from chest to chin
Pray, an end to this wretched kin
A moment more, allow these slain
Strike down cold prey in hollow name
Where once was breath it now abstains
Revere the warrant of faithful shame
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