"𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞
𝙼𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘
𝙴𝚗𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎
𝙲𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚘.
𝙼𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖
𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊
𝙲𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘
𝙲𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜
𝙲𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚘́𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊.
𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖,
𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛
𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚞
𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞."
-𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊.
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