𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨
↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-
𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚-𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦,
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭;
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝,
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝,
𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
—𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬,
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐞"
↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-
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