𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗,
𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝,
𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗,
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎,
𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜,
𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.[That ons is a bit old though]
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