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𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗀𝗈
𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀,
𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾,
𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽,
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵,
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝓇𝒶𝓇ℯ,

𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀,
𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗒,
𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍,
𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒,

𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮,
𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎;
𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,
𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒,

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖾,
𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾,
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾,
𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀,

𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀,
𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅,
𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖾,
𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒,

𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾,
𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈,
𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎,
𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇,

𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽,
𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈,
𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈,
𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗒,

𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗀𝗈,
𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂 𝖽𝗈,
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇,

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮,
𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽,
𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍,
𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒?

𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾,
𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾,
𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎,
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾,
𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.