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𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢
𝘺 𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢,
𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰
𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢,
𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭,
𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢,
𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘢,
𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢,
𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 é𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘯
𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘴,
𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘢
𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰,
𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤í𝘰
𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘷í𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢,
𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳
𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢.
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