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𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰
𝔒𝔣 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔲𝔯𝔢.
𝔄𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥:
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰,
𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯,
𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔭
𝔅𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪. 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 : 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰, 𝔪𝔢𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰-
𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔫𝔢𝔰,
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔗𝔞𝔦𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨
𝔗𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔩
𝔒𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫.
— SCORPION 𝔟𝔶 𝔍. 𝔐𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔩 𝔜𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰
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