ᶤ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ
ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ
ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵍʳᵒʷ
ᶤᶰ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵈᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ
ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ˒ ᵃˢ ᶤ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ;
ᶤ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃᶰᵈˑ
ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ
ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ
ᵃ ᵈᵃᶤˢʸ˒ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᶠᶤᵉˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ﹖
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