𝘚𝘦𝘳á𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪
𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘮í𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰
𝘮á𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭á 𝘥𝘦
𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 /
𝘺 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢
𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘴𝘦𝘳á𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦
𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘢,
𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴
𝘳𝘰𝘤é 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳
𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭,
𝘺 𝘮𝘪 𝘭á𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘯
𝘵𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘳á,
\" 𝘢𝘲𝘶í 𝘺𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯
𝘮á𝘴 𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮ó \",
𝘶𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘮í𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘵𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳á
𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥í𝘢𝘴 𝘺
𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘪𝘳é 𝘵𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘻,
𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰
𝘺 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳
𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢
𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘥í𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘻,
𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢
𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦,
𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢
𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦,
𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰,
𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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