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After having my work phacked yet again...
Þ 🖤∀IoN∀ᴚIԀX 💜Þ injects traceable elements into the prompt...
You ask nicely, I oblige... you don't... well...
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𝓑etween 𝓚irtomy and 𝓑ettyhill
𝓦here 𝓵and 𝓯orget𝓼 it𝓼 𝓷ame
𝓣here’𝓼 a 𝓱ush 𝓸ld 𝓽ales 𝓶ust 𝓴eep
𝓢o 𝓽hey 𝓭on’t 𝓮ver 𝓰et 𝓽o 𝓫reak
𝓑arren 𝓱ills 𝓹retend 𝓷othing’𝓼 𝓽here
𝓝ot 𝓾nlike 𝓽he 𝓹lace 𝔀here 𝔀e 𝓯irst 𝓶et

𝓘 𝓴now a 𝓹lace 𝔀here 𝓶agic 𝓰rows
𝓦ild 𝓫lack 𝓸rchids 𝓲n 𝓽he 𝓬old
𝓡are 𝓪s 𝓫reath, 𝓾ntouched 𝓫y 𝓽ime
𝓝ever 𝓪sking 𝓽o 𝓫e 𝓴nown
𝓐nd 𝓼till… 𝓽hey 𝓰row… 𝓪nd 𝓰row

𝓕rom 𝓽hat 𝓺uiet, 𝓱idden 𝓰round
𝓜agic 𝓯low𝓼, 𝓲t 𝓭o𝓮𝓼 𝓷ot 𝓼tay
𝓘t 𝓵earn𝓼 𝓽he 𝓪rt 𝓸f 𝓭istance
𝓘t 𝓵earn𝓼 𝓽o 𝔀alk 𝓲n 𝓭ifferent 𝔀ay𝓼
𝓛ike 𝔀armth 𝓽wo 𝓵ight𝓼 𝓻emember
𝓦hen 𝓭arkne𝓼𝓼 𝓯ail𝓼 𝓽o 𝓬hoke 𝓽heir 𝓮mbers

𝓝ay 𝓶atter 𝓪ll 𝓽hat 𝓱idden 𝓶agic
𝓝ay 𝓶atter 𝓲f 𝓷one 𝓸f 𝓲t 𝓲𝓼 𝓵ogic
𝓐ll 𝓽hat 𝓫eauty 𝓵eft 𝓾n𝓼een

𝓘 𝔀ould 𝓽rade 𝓽he 𝓼pell, 𝓽he 𝓹lace
𝓣he 𝓵ore 𝓲n 𝓮very 𝓶ap 𝓘 𝓴now
𝓙ust 𝓽o 𝓫ru𝓼h 𝓶y 𝓯inger𝓼
𝓙ust 𝓽o 𝓽ouch '𝓶𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻'
𝓐nd 𝓼till… 𝓘 𝓴now… 𝓘 𝓴now...

𝓘n 𝓫arren 𝓵and𝓼 𝓫lack 𝓸rchids 𝓼till 𝓻i𝓼e
𝓐gain𝓼t 𝓽he 𝓬old, 𝓪gain𝓼t 𝓭ark 𝓼kie𝓼
𝓣wo 𝓵ight𝓼 𝓼till 𝓼hining 𝓽ogether
𝓡ooted 𝓭eep, 𝓲n 𝓼weet 𝓯orever

𝓥𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼
𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶 , 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓶

𝓘 𝓴now a 𝓹lace 𝔀here 𝓶agic 𝓰rows
𝓦ild 𝓫lack 𝓸rchids 𝓲n 𝓽he 𝓬old
𝓡are 𝓪s 𝓫reath, 𝓾ntouched 𝓫y 𝓽ime
𝓝ever 𝓪sking 𝓽o 𝓫e 𝓴nown
𝓐nd 𝓼till… 𝓽hey 𝓰row… 𝓪nd 𝓰row

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