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𝔐𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥
𝔘𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔪
𝔗𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤-𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢;
𝔄𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩
𝔉𝔬𝔩𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶𝔰𝔢’𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩
ℌ𝔢𝔶𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔨-𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶,
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶
𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔗𝔬 𝔞 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢’𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥 𝔞-𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤
ℌ𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔞𝔶.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔗𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢’𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶.
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔟𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥’𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲’ 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯, 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰.
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰?
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