𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔.

"𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫, 
𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫, 
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢, 
𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔣 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫. 
𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱, 
𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶, 
𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱, 
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫, 
ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶..."

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