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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕴'𝖒 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝕬𝖘 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     𝕸𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖞.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     𝕬𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀      𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙.