𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲
                                    𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱
                                    𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁'𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹
                                    𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰-𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀
                                    𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸
                                    𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱
                                    𝗡𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀
                                    𝗜𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀?
                                   𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲
                                   𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗯𝘀, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸
                                   𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁
                                   𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, '𝗗𝗣, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲'
                                   𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 '𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄'
                                   𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗻
                                   𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
                                   𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀
                                   𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲
                                   𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗰 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁
                                   𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗺𝘆 𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺
                                   𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆
                                   𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵
                                   𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲
                                   𝗡𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀
                                   𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘀
                                   𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲
                                   𝗡𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁
                                   𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀
                                   𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

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