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𝓤𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓭'𝓮́𝓽𝓮́
𝓙𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮
𝓙𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮́𝓼
𝓐𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓷, 𝓲𝓵 𝔂 𝓪 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓮̀𝓻𝓮
𝓙𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮̀𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓼
𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮
𝓛𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓵 𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓻𝓮
𝓙𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓮́ 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮
𝓙𝓮 𝓶'𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮
𝓔𝓽 𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓮, 𝓳𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓳𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭'𝓪𝓲𝓻
𝓟𝓾𝓲𝓼, 𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓾𝔁 𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮́𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮̀𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓾𝓻𝓮́
𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬 𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓻, 𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮́𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪̀ 𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓼𝓽 : 𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮
𝓙'𝓮́𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓻𝓮́𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮
𝓔𝓽 𝓳𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓮 𝓷'𝓮́𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓺𝓾'𝓾𝓷 𝓻𝓮̂𝓿𝓮
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