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𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎-𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗

𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎

𝙰 𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖

𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

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