In world of His
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ðððžð¢ðºðŽ ð£ðŠðŠð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðšð°ð°ð¥ ð€ð©ðªðð¥, ð¢ð¯ ðŠð¹ð€ðŠðððŠð¯ðµ ððŠð¢ð³ð¯ðŠð³, ð¢ ð®ð¶ððµðªðµð¢ðŽð¬ðªð¯ðš ðŽðµð¶ð¥ðŠð¯ðµ. ððµ ðžð¢ðŽ ð®ðº ð±ðð¢ð¯ ðµð° ð§ðªð¯ðªðŽð© ð°ð§ð§ ð®ðº ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð°ð§ ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð ðžðªðµð© ðµð©ðŠ ðŽð¢ð®ðŠ ðŠð¹ð€ðŠðððŠð¯ð€ðº ðžð©ðªð€ð© ðªð¯ð€ðð¶ð¥ðŠðŽ- ðð° ð£ð°ðºðŽ. ððŠðµ ð¢ðð°ð¯ðŠ ððºðªð¯ðš ðµð° ð®ðº ð±ð¢ð³ðŠð¯ðµðŽ, ðªðððŠðšð¢ð ð¢ð€ðµðªð·ðªðµðªðŠðŽ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽð°ð³ðµ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ðžð©ðªð€ð© ð¥ð°ðŠðŽð¯'ðµ ð€ð°ð¯ð€ðð¶ð¥ðŠ ðªð¯ ð¢ð¯ðº ðŽð° ð€ð¢ðððŠð¥ ðšð°ð°ð¥ ð€ð©ðªðð¥ ð²ð¶ð¢ððªðµðªðŠðŽ.
ðð¶ðµ ðð°ð·ðŠ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð®ð¢ð¬ðŠ ð¢ð¯ðºð°ð¯ðŠ ð¥ð° ð¢ð¯ðºðµð©ðªð¯ðš ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ððªð¬ðŠ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð®ðº ð±ðð¢ð¯ðŽ ðŽð©ð¢ðµðµðŠð³ðŠð¥ ðžð©ðŠð¯ ð ð®ðŠðµ ððªð®.
ððªð€ð©, ð¥ðŠð·ðªððªðŽð©ððº ð©ð¢ð¯ð¥ðŽð°ð®ðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð€ð°ð®ð±ððŠðµðŠððº ð€ð¢ð±ð¢ð£ððŠ ð°ð§ ð³ð¶ðªð¯ðªð¯ðš ð®ðŠ ðªð¯ ð¢ ðžð¢ðº ðžð©ðªð€ð© ð ð¯ðŠð·ðŠð³ ðžð¢ð¯ðµðŠð¥ ð£ð¶ðµ ð¥ðŠðŽðªð³ðŠð¥.
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