[ her own burn with conviction, unwavering and yes, there is no doubt something she is running from herself -- every sinner has a similar tale, of pounding pavement from a sight they'd never like to return, blocking out eyes and ears from a mistake that cost them dear... but that is the song of the city itself, and don quixote takes care this time to set her bottle on the table so she doesn't hurt herself as she'd done last time she spoke against someone taller, someone stronger, because of a bond she cherishes. ]
But for my part, [ still sure, still defiant, ] I shall gladly take the hand.
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[ her own burn with conviction, unwavering and yes, there is no doubt something she is running from herself -- every sinner has a similar tale, of pounding pavement from a sight they'd never like to return, blocking out eyes and ears from a mistake that cost them dear... but that is the song of the city itself, and don quixote takes care this time to set her bottle on the table so she doesn't hurt herself as she'd done last time she spoke against someone taller, someone stronger, because of a bond she cherishes. ]
But for my part, [ still sure, still defiant, ] I shall gladly take the hand.