Hang on, stitching together your page...
What’s going on? I’m totally confused.
Just tell me why it is that you can’t do it?
My father won’t accept some lame excuse.
A fix I must be able to intuit.
I’m shocked recalling my own density.
You walk and sit alone out in the wood,
to tempt the unicorn’s affinity
and he will come to you, I understood.