𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬
𝐀 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲;
𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫.
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Poetry❛ 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅? 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ❜ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚
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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬
𝐀 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲;
𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫.
