𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘌𝘹𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘯.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴,
𝘈 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥,
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥.
𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥,
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝘐𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴' 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦,
𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬,
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴,
𝘐𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬,
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘌𝘹𝘶, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴.
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