𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏,
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚,
𝑰𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏.
𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘,
𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑾𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕,
𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.
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𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
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