❝ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ
ᴬ ʲᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ.
ᴴᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ,
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ
ᴴᵉ ˢˡᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰᵃˡᶠ,
ᴬˡˡ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ,
ᴾᵒᵒʳ ʲᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ
ᴵ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʲᵘᵐᵖˢ ᵘᵖ ᵍˡᵃᵈˡʸ,
'ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ, ᵐ'ˡᵃᵈʸ'
'ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᴶᵉˢᵗᵉʳ.'
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ˢʰᵃᵈʸ,
ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ,
ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ, ᵖʳᵉʰᵃᵖˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ?
ᵂᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵖⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵉˢ,
ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ,
ᴹʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒˢᵗ
ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᴶᵉˢᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᵈᵒˡˡ.❞
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