𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 ,
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘰,
𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦.
𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 , 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥,
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 ,
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵''𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵,
𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 ,
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 , 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 ,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 , 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴.
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 .
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