𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝"
"𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢;
𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢
𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚢, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚢,
𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚢, 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚋 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢.
𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."
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