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POEM 19

𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩’𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙡

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙮,
𝘼 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚.

𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙬-𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧
𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙨
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮𝙨

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩.

𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙚

𝙊𝙝, 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣

𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝙔𝙚𝙩, 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝘼 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙡
𝘼 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙪𝙡𝙡

𝙎𝙤, 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙀𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨

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