𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓅𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓰𝒾𝓋𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈,
𝓉ℴ 𝒹𝒾ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈.
𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶 𝓁𝒾ℯ,
𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ ℯ𝓁𝓈ℯ,
𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝒶𝓀ℯ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰.
𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓰𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃𝓉 𝓈ℴ 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓉ℴ 𝒽𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒷ℯ𝓃ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈,
𝓉ℴ 𝒽𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓰𝓈𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝓎.
𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓈 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓈,
𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰.
𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉ℴ 𝒹𝒾ℯ.
𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓈ℴ 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓌𝒶𝓈,
𝓃ℴ ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ𝒹.
𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅ℴℴ𝓇 𝓰𝒾𝓇𝓁,
𝓌𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓅𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ𝓈,
𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈, 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓰 ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉ℴ.
𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓈ℴ𝓁𝓊𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒾𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃.
𝓈ℴ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝓰?
𝓃ℴ 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈'𝓃𝓉.
𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝓊𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈.
𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝒶𝓀 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇,
𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓰𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹ℯ𝒹,
𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒻ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝓇,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℯ.
𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃, 𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℴℴ𝒻𝓉ℴ𝓅, 𝒶𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒾 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇 ℯ𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎.
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉,
𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝒻𝓊𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹.
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