𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘?
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍…
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝.
𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝
𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐
𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕
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