"𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊,
𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚊.
𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊
𝚍𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞
𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
Á𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎
"𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚊̃𝚘"
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚘𝚞
𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜
𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎
-𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊.
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