𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 ,
𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ,
𝙽𝚘 ,𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 ,
𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 ,𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛---.
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 ,𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 ,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 ,𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘'
𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 ,𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 ,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 ,𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ,
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,
𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 ,𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 ,𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 ,
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 ,𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 ,𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜,
𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 ,𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 ,𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 ,
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢 ,𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 ,
𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 ,𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 ,
𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 ,𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 ,𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍 ,
𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 ,𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜,
𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 ,
𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 .
~ 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 .
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