⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  “𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔨𝔢,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℑ𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔞.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔞.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔶𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔇𝔦𝔪 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔞.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔖𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔪𝔶 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔇𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲, 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔞.”