𝓒’𝓮' 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝓲 𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓮,
𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮,
𝓶𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔃𝔃𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪 𝓭𝓲 𝓾𝓷 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓸,
𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓲𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓪.
𝓔' 𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪,
𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸,
𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵’𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓵 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓪.
𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔃𝔃𝓪 𝓮' 𝓲𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲,
𝓮' 𝓲𝓵 𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓪,
𝓮' 𝓵𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓪.
𝓒𝓱𝓲 𝓼𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓮,
𝓵𝓪 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸,
𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪,
𝓷𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓲 𝓾𝓷 𝓬𝓾𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓮.
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𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓪 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮,
𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓮,
𝓮 𝓾𝓷’𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲.
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