„ℤ𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟“

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕ü𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚝.
𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚔ü𝚜𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙴𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝,
𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚝.

𝙸𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚞𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚞𝚌𝚑,
𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝, 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚏ä𝚕𝚕𝚝, 𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚑.
𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚑𝚝,
𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚖, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚋𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚑𝚝.

𝙳𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝙰𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝,
𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝙳𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝.
𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚑, 𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗,
𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚕ü𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗.

𝙸𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚉𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚝,
𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚣𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚝.
𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚃𝚛ä𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚔, 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚕ü𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝,
𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚣, 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚊ß.

𝚄𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚗,
𝚕ä𝚜𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚗’.
𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗,
𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚕ü𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚎:
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