𝐎 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞,
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞,
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.
𝐎 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐈𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞,
𝐀 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲.
𝐈𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞,
𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲.
𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝,
𝐎 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝,
𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.
—𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬
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