𝒔𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒈𝒂 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒔,
𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒈𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔.
𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒌𝒐 𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔.
𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔.
𝒏𝒂𝒈-𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒈𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒉𝒂,
𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂 𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏.
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 '𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒖𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒌𝒉𝒂.
𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏.
𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏,
𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒈𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏,
𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒐'𝒚 𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏,
𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒈𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏.
𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂 𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒌𝒂'𝒚 𝒔𝒂 𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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