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ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉ

ⁱ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵃʳᵉ ᵍˡᵉᵃᵐˢ

ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵖʰᵃˢᵉ ᵐᵉ

ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿⁿᵒʸⁱⁿᵍ

ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈⁱʳᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ

ʷʰʸ ᵃᵐ ⁱ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ?

ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ ⁿᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ

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