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ᴼʰ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ʷⁱᵈᵉ⁻ᵉʸᵉᵈ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ
ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ˢⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵘᵖˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ
ᴬᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ
'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵒʷⁿ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ
ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿ' ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ
ᵂⁱⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ, ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ
ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ


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