ー 𝟏𝟑𝟑𝟏〃𝗃𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗅, 𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗍
𝗃𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖾
𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖽'𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗅
𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾,
𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾
𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍, 𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗍 𝗃'𝖺𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗋
𝖾𝗌𝗍-𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋 ? 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋
𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝗃𝖾 𝗆'𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾
𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾 𝗆'𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾,
𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗈̀𝗅𝖾 ᭡ ࣪ !