𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗
𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒,
𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕴'𝖒 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚.
𝕬𝖘 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖉
𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓,
𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉
𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.
𝕸𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞
𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊,
𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊
𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊,
𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔
𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖞.
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