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𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜,

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝,

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎,

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚝.

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖,

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎.

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍,

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜,

𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚢, 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍.

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