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𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾,

𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆,
𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾,
𝗈𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽,
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾?

𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽,

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽,
𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,

𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗋,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄,
𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒,
𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍,

𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,
𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗍,
𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄,𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾,
𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌,
𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌,
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍,

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾,
𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍,

𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋,

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅,
𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽,
𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽,

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,

𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾,
𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽,
𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍,
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾
𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒.