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𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒,
𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡,

𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡-𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒,
𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡…

𝑊𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑠𝒉 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑
𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡

𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛
𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠𝒉𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝑊𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑,
𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐𝒉 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦'𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝑇𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔

𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡𝒉 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝐴 𝑅𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑘

𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒'𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠.

𝑇𝒉𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝐼 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛,
𝑌𝑒𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛.

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