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𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙸 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜,

𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚒𝚛,

𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎,

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜,

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑,

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝,

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚊𝚒𝚊,

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍. ♡

- Andromeda