𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦,
𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦.
𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦?
𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦,
𝘖𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦,
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝘐'𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱,
𝘕𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱,
𝘐'𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺𝘴,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘵.
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