How big do I need to make this font?
To make you understand what I want
Maybe only twelve people will read this
But I hope you are one of them
One of the few that will understand
Why my life tastes so bland
Without the spice from your life
Now do you understand?
Or do you stand under the grayness
That clouds your judgment
And your sweet merriment
Diverge your thoughts away from the gray
And focus your power on a bright new day
So we can sail this stormy but boundless sea
And together we’ll find some land hopefully.
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