𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆.
𝑴𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔,
𝑨𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕,
𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆,
𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔,
𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
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