𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎,
𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂.
𝑰𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,
𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆.
-The beat of its art can change the way it grows.
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