"𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,
𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 ?
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦."
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