𝑺 𝒐 𝒎 𝒆 𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒓 𝒕 𝒔 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒄 𝒉
𝒐 𝒖 𝒕 𝒇 𝒐 𝒓 𝒆 𝒗 𝒆 𝒓
𝒀 𝒆 𝒕 𝒕 𝒐 𝒈 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒆 𝒓 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒏 𝒐 𝒕
𝒃 𝒆 𝒂 𝒕,
𝑳 𝒊 𝒌 𝒆 𝒅 𝒂 𝒚 𝒕 𝒉 𝒂 𝒕 𝒍 𝒐 𝒏 𝒈
𝒕 𝒐 𝒌 𝒊 𝒔 𝒔 𝒕 𝒉 𝒆
𝒏 𝒊 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕
𝒀 𝒆 𝒕 𝒄 𝒐 𝒖 𝒍 𝒅 𝒏 ' 𝒕
𝒎 𝒆 𝒆 𝒕. . .
𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛,
𝚋𝚞𝚝
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝:
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜
𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎
𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜.
𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗.