𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝,
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝,
𝐀 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝,
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝.
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞,
𝐀 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧,
𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫,
𝐀 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞,
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫,
𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
𝐎, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,
𝐀 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧,
𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.
—𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐳."
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