𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕,
𝙸𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎
𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎,
𝙾𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔,
'𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎,
𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎.
