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𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨
𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬
𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨
𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚) 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣,
𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙚𝙨
𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤.
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