𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩
𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢
𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢,
𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰,
𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔢,
𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡,
𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯,
𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔦 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢,
𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔦 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢,
𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤.
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔭, 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢,
𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢, 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨
𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢,
𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔯,
𝔬𝔥, 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯.
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩’𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔦 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯,
𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱,
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦’𝔪 𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫,
𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬
𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫
“𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔡𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲?”