ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢
𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰,
𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱,
𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,
𝔉𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩,
𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,
ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡,
ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥,
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰,
𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢,
ℭ𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰,
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