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"𝕾𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖆"

𝐸𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝑜𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑔𝒾𝒹𝒶

𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓊é𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓁𝒶 𝓂𝓊𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓇𝑒 , 𝓈𝓊 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝑒 𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒶𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝒿𝒶𝓇

𝒜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓈 𝒻𝓇í𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓂𝒾 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓁 , 𝓈𝓊 𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝑜𝒽𝑜𝓁 𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇

𝐿𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒾𝒶𝓇, 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝒶𝓇, 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇, 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒ñ𝒶𝓇; 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒻í𝒸𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓇

𝒫𝓊𝑒𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓆𝓊𝒾

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓆𝓊𝒾

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝑜 é𝓁 𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑜 , 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝑒𝒹𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝑔𝑜

𝒴𝑜 𝒶𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝒿𝒶 𝒹𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝒶 𝓎 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝒸𝑜𝒽ó𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒

𝒴𝑜 𝒶𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓂𝒾 𝒸𝓊𝑒𝓇𝓅𝑜 𝓎𝒶 𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑜

𝒴𝑜 𝒶𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓂é 𝒹𝑜𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝒻í𝒸𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓇

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶ú𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝒾 , 𝓎𝑜 𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝒹𝒾𝑒



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