𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙠𝙮, '𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙝 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙮𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙.
let thy
pale nor roseate
shade
lips curve
upward like thy
heart surfeit
with glee as thine eyes irradiate
and raises someone's spirit.
𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.
𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.
𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
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