𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓰,
𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓎𝓈,
𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 𝒷𝓇ℴ𝓌𝓃 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓰𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓰,
𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁.
𝓈𝒽ℯ, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓃ℯ.
𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓈ℯ𝒸𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓈,
𝓈𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓃𝓰,
𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹.
𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓰𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓃ℴℴ𝓃𝓈,
𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝓈ℴ 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓰𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯℯ𝓉𝒽 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓰𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓰𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓊𝓃.
𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓰𝒽𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝓁ℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓈,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎.
𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓉𝓊𝓃ℯ,
𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈,
𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒹, 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓰𝓇𝓎.
𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒾𝒸ℯ𝒹 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇,
ℯ𝓍𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈.
𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁.
𝓃𝒾𝓰𝒽𝓉𝓈.
𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓈𝓉.
𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓉𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝒸ℴ𝒽ℴ𝓁,
𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℯℴ𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂𝓈ℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓈,
𝓰ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓃,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁.
ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓈𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝓎,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁.
ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓎 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝒸ℴ𝒽ℴ𝓁,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁.
ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝒶𝓉, 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁.
𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝓊𝓰𝓰ℯ𝒹,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁.
𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝒷𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓰𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓰ℯ𝓉,
𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓰𝒽.
𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓰𝒽 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝒷𝓎 𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻.
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