𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽
𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽
𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒