𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖑𝖊,
𝕴 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖜 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘
𝕬 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖒;
𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖆 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖇,
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘
𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖒,
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘,
𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊, 𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉
𝕹𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖈 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖘
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘;
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉,
𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓!
𝕳𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖙.,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 .
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖐…
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞, 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞... 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝕳𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗!

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗:
𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖞 𝖗𝖆𝖓,
𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊,
𝕬 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙, 𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍,
𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊.
𝕹𝖔𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖙
𝕳𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊. —
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒.

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖘
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖞:
𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖇𝖊𝖐 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒.,
𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘,
𝕬𝖓𝖉, 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓,
𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙,
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖉,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖐, 𝖏𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘
𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖊,
𝕳𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 – 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖉,
𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘,
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘;
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉𝖘
𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞
𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍;
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉𝖊𝖉,
𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗,
𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒,
𝖂𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘;
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 —
𝕬𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕲𝖔𝖉; 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙
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