𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥,
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘺 ,𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐?
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴,
𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘺 ,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥,
𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳,
𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ,
𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺.
-𝘴𝘴
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