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‹ 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. ›
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