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𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯

𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘴 /

𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴,

𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴

𝘨𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶

𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢 /

𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘻𝘢,

𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴

𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴

𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 /

𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯é𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘴

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘴,

𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪ó𝘯

𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭 /

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵í𝘢,

𝘺 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰

𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥í𝘢,

𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 /

𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢,

𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴

𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰,

𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶í𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘴 /

𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴

𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤á𝘯 𝘦𝘯

𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘪ó𝘯,

𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰

𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,

𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴,

𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘴 /

𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴

𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦

𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢,

𝘺𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢,

𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰𝘴

𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳,

𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘶é 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘻,

𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘳é

𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘺

𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴,

𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷é 𝘶𝘯 /

𝘱𝘶ñ𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦

𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘺 /

𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢,

𝘢𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷í𝘢,

𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘴

𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴 /

𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴,

𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴

𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴 /

𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴,

𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦

𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰,

𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢,

𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪ó𝘯

𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭,

𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘰í𝘥𝘰𝘴

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