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𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭
𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴,
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘻𝘯𝘢
𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘢 /
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘣é𝘴
𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢 /
𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘰𝘵𝘰ñ𝘢𝘭,
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘻
𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 /
𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘥𝘦
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘭
𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦,
𝘲𝘶é 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰 /
𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘢
𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘰 𝘢
𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯
𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳,
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘴
𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘴
𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰
𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯 /
𝘵𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘳á ?
𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵é,
𝘮á𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪é /
𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘭𝘢
𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘮é 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 /
𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘢í𝘥𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘢,
𝘺 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴 /
𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘦
𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯
𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘣í,
𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘧é𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭í
𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘭 𝘙𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘊ó𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘢
𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭,
𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰,
𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴
𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 á𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭
𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘭 /
𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢
𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳
𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰 /
𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰
𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘢,
𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴 /
𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 30 𝘥í𝘢𝘴,
𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢,
𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳,
𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢 𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘭,
𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰
𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴
𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘰 /
𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘺
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢
𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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