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𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘻𝘯𝘢
𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳í𝘴,
𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 68,
𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘴
𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘺 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘥
𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴,
𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢
𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘢
𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘴
𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴
𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶
𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰,
𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘢
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶
𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨ó
𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭,
𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 /
𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘰
𝘵𝘳á𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦
𝘗𝘢𝘳í𝘴,
𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰 /
𝘵𝘪ñ𝘦 𝘥𝘦
𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘭𝘢
𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘢,
𝘢𝘥𝘪ó𝘴
𝘗𝘢𝘳í𝘴,
𝘢𝘥𝘪ó𝘴
𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳.
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