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𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮.
𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩—
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮.
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮;
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙪𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨,
𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.𝙄𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮.
𝙄𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩.
𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 2016 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨—
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙;
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙,
𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣.𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.𝙄𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚— 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬,
𝙊𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨,
𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝,
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙪 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨.'𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨' —
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