𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮,
𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘛𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺, 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴,
𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘺𝘦,
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴,
𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘴
𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴
𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥,
𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦
𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳,
𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴?
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥?
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵!
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