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𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛,
𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝.
𝙰 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛.
𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢,
𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗,
𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎.
𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕.

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