𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 ,
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 -
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 ,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 ,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 .
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