𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 ð—Ÿð—²ð—®ð—±ð—²ð—¿

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻

𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗺𝗮
𝗡𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲
𝗡𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲

𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲
𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺

𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆
𝗨𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝗛𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻
𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗴𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮
𝗡𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗲
𝗡𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘁
𝗡𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽
𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗩𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲
𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗡𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹
𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲
𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀
“𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹”

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