𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 [𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 𝟔 🍷 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒]

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆,

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋,

𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒,

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒,

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘,

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐓, 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃.