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𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗔 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀, 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀
𝗬𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀
𝗜𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲
𝗔 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱
𝗜𝘁 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻
𝗔 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲
✍️𝗖𝗵𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘆 𝗨𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗸𝘄𝘂