ᴴⁱˢ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ
ᵀᵉᵃʳˢ, ᵈʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ.
ᴴⁱˢ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ, ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ
ᴮᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵉⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ, ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵐᵒⁱˢᵗ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ.
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ?
ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴵᵉᵃᵛᵉ
"ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ"
ᴹᵉʳᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵒᵘᴵᵈⁿᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ
ᴮᵘᵗ ʷᵒᵘᴵᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᴵᵉᵉᵖᴵᵉˢˢ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ, ᵇᵉ ᵉᵛⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ?
ˢⁱᴵᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵃʳᵏ
ᴰᵉᵃᶠᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱᴵᵉⁿᶜᵉ
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
ᴬˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵇʸ
ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵘᵗᵉ, ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ʰᵒᵘr
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ, ᴵ ʰᵉᴵᵈ ʰᵉʳ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇᴵʸ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵃᴵ ᴵⁱᶠᵉ
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
ᴬˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵇʸ
ᴬ ˡⁱᵗᵗᴵᵉ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈⁱᵉˢ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
ᴬˢ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵍʳᵃᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ'ˢ, ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵖᵉᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
ᴰⁱᵈ ʷᵉ?
ᴴᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜʰⁱᴵᵈ, ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵘˢ ᵖᴵᵃʸ
ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵉˢ, ʷᵒᵘᴵᵈ ᶠᵃᵈᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘᴵᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵒᴵᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ
ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᴵᴵ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᴵᵃᶜᵉˢ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ
ᴰᵒ ᵃᴵᴵ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ, ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘᴵᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ
ᴮᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉⁿᵉ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ʷʰⁱᴵᵉ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵃʷᵃʸ.
ᵂⁱᴵᴵ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗ?
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