𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇,
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉,
𝒪𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒,
𝒪𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈,
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀,

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓀𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒,
𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹,

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓁𝓎,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒,
𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒,

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒,
𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻,

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎,
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹,
𝐵𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉.

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