𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯,
𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯,
𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦; 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯,
𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴; 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯,
𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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