𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴,
𝘗𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺,
𝘐,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴,
𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦,
𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴,
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴,
𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴,
𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯,
𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,
𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 .
-𝘴𝘴
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