𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑦, 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦
𝐼𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑦.𝐴 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛.𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑦-𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠.𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦
𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒
𝑃𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑
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