Everything is different now.
If i live long enough there will be more changes.
There has been joy, there is suffering, there will be joy again.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
- Percy Bysshe Shelly, Prometheus Unbound
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