𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴,
𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺.
𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺,
𝘛𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴,
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴.
𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥,
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦.
𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥,
𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬.
𝘐𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩,
𝘈 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭,
𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥,
𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘖𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦,
𝘐 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮,
𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.
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