𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕,
𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐?
𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚃𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝
𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.
𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?
𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
𝙰𝚖 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
𝙾𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑
𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙾𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚘
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊.
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