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𝔈𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯, 𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔥ä𝔱𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℌ𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔩
𝔇𝔦𝔢 𝔈𝔯𝔡𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔨ü𝔰𝔰𝔱,
𝔇𝔞ß 𝔰𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔪 𝔅𝔩ü𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯
𝔙𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔥𝔪 𝔫𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔯ä𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔪üß𝔱.

𝔇𝔦𝔢 𝔏𝔲𝔣𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯,
𝔇𝔦𝔢 Ä𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔤𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔱,
𝔈𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔚ä𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯,
𝔖𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔑𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔱.

𝔘𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔱𝔢
𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔥𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔩ü𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔲𝔰,
𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢,
𝔄𝔩𝔰 𝔣𝔩ö𝔤𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔞𝔲𝔰. 

~ "𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔱", 𝔍𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔥 𝔳𝔬𝔫 𝔈𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔣𝔣