𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦.
𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯,
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯,
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘥?
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