𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔,
𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔,
𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆,
𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔.
𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂,
𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏,
𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓,
𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔.
𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔,
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