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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚,
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𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙚.
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚,
𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠,
𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠,