𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙸𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎,
𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎.
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚔,
𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎s 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎s,
𝙰 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎.

𝙽𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑i𝚖, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒s 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝,
𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.
𝙰 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎s 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝,
𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢.
𝚑𝚒s 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎.

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