𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.
𝑴𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.
𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆.
𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘.
𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘.
𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍.
𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍.
