𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕
𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 '𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒐𝒕
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆
𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕


𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒐𝒐𝒉-𝒐𝒐𝒉
𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏' 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒏' 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒐𝒐𝒉-𝒐𝒐𝒉, 𝒐𝒐𝒉

⸻ 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚. — 𝑫𝒐𝒋𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒕