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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯,
𝘢𝘭𝘭-𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥
𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.
𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦.
𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮,
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮...
𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯.
𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵...
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘳
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
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