𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑒.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑒.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑠, 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒
𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑖𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠
𝑀𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠'𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦,
𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒.
~𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑟
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