π‘­π’‚π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’ƒπ’‚π’„π’Œπ’šπ’‚π’“π’…

𝑢𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†,
𝑰 π’˜π’†π’π’• 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’‚π’“π’…π’†π’ π’”π’†π’‚π’“π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’π’Šπ’Žπ’†. 
𝑨𝒔 𝒂 π’˜π’‚π’π’Œπ’†π’… π’•π’‰π’“π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ˆπ’‚π’“π’…π’†π’,
π‘³π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’π’˜π’ 𝑰 π’”π’‚π’˜ 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏.
𝑰 π’π’Šπ’‡π’•π’†π’… π’Šπ’• 𝒖𝒑,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’”π’‚π’˜ 𝒂 π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’Šπ’‡π’–π’ 𝒄𝒖𝒑.
π‘°π’π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝑰 π’”π’‚π’˜ π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’•π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†,
𝑨 π’Žπ’Šπ’„π’“π’π’”π’„π’π’‘π’† π’˜π’‚π’” π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 π’‚π’“π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†.
π‘―π’π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’„π’“π’π’”π’„π’π’‘π’† 𝑰 π’›π’π’π’Žπ’†π’… π’Šπ’• π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒑, 
𝑨𝒏𝒅 π’”π’‚π’˜ π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’π’π’† π’π’Šπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒖𝒑. 
π‘»π’‰π’†π’š π’˜π’†π’“π’† π’•π’Šπ’π’š 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 
π‘Ύπ’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔.
π‘Ύπ’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 π’”π’Œπ’Šπ’“π’•π’”, 
π‘Ύπ’Šπ’•π’‰ π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’•π’† π’”π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’”. 
𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”, 
π‘»π’Šπ’†π’… π’•π’π’ˆπ’†π’•π’‰π’†π’“ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’”π’•π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’”
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’•π’‰π’†π’š 𝒃𝒆, 
𝑨𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆. 
π‘»π’‰π’†π’š π’π’π’π’Œπ’†π’… π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† π’‡π’‚π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’†π’” 
π‘―π’π’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‹π’–π’Šπ’„π’š π’”π’•π’“π’‚π’˜π’ƒπ’†π’“π’“π’Šπ’†π’”. 
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 π’”π’–π’“π’‘π’“π’Šπ’”π’†, 
𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 π’ƒπ’†π’π’Šπ’†π’—π’† π’Žπ’š π’†π’šπ’†π’”. 
π‘­π’‚π’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š π’ƒπ’‚π’„π’Œπ’šπ’‚π’“π’…, 
π‘©π’†π’π’Šπ’†π’—π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’” π’•π’“π’–π’π’š 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 
𝑩𝒖𝒕 π’Šπ’• π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 
𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’π’•π’†π’… 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆.
𝑰 π’˜π’†π’π’• π’Šπ’π’”π’Šπ’…π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 
𝑻𝒐 π’‡π’Šπ’π’… π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’π’Ž π’π’π’π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 π’Žπ’π’–π’”π’†. 
𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’‚π’Šπ’“π’š, 
𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… π’šπ’π’– 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’ƒπ’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’—π’‚π’ˆπ’‚π’“π’š.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’…π’'𝒕 π’”π’†π’†π’Ž 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 π’”π’–π’“π’‘π’“π’Šπ’”π’†π’…, 
𝑺𝒉𝒆 π’•π’‰π’π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’• 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” π’•π’†π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’π’Šπ’†π’”.
𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” π’π’‚π’›π’š, 
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 π’„π’“π’‚π’›π’š. 
π’Šπ’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‡π’‚π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’Šπ’‡ 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’” π’…π’‚π’šπ’…π’“π’†π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’π’”π’•π’†π’‚π’….

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