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𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸,
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘸,
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘢,
𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘸𝘢.
𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯,
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘴𝘺𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯,
𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 '𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨'
𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘬𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘢'𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨.
𝘏𝘶𝘸𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘰'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯,
𝘚𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸,
𝘈𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘸,
𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘵,
𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘺𝘰𝘵,
𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸,
𝘈𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘪-𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘸,
𝘚𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢'𝘺 𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘸,
𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳!
𝘐𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰,
𝘕𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘪,
𝘒𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.

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