𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜- 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜,

𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜,

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,

𝚁𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜,

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛´𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛,

𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚋𝚊´𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛,

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝´𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

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