𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏.
𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈.
𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍,
𝑴𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔.
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