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𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓,
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅.
𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓,
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆,
𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍.
𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆,
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅,
𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅.


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