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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 ‼️ 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠, 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟 ‼️

🇵🇸 ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 🇵🇸

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𝕊𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕤

𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖

𝕄𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕪

𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕕

𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕

𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟, 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖

𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕀𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕨

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕨𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕨

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣,
𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕟,
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕, 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕖,
ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖.
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕’𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖,
ℍ𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖,
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘.
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕥��𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪,
ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕪.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕,
“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝, 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝—
𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝.”

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖,
𝔸 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙, 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖.

𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤,
ℍ𝕖’𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕,
𝔸 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖,
ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖.

“𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪,
“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖,
𝕊𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖.”

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟,
𝔸 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪.

“𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣,” 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖,
“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖?
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣.”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪,
𝔸𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪.
“𝕄𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕,
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖—𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕?”

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝔸 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖, 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥,
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥.