𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈f 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌
𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇
𝖾 𝗍 𝖾 𝗋 𝗇 𝗂 𝗍 𝗒
𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾
𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾
𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍
𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾―
𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈.
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