ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓌’𝓈𝓉,
𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹’𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑒,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌’𝓈𝓉.
ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒,
𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓌’𝓈𝓉,
𝒩𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹’𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑒,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌’𝓈𝓉.