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𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮í𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘻𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘰
𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤í𝘰,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦
𝘵𝘶𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳
𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘷𝘰
𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳á𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘥í𝘢
𝘴í 𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦,
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴í 𝘯𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳,
𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 /
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘷í𝘢,
𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦
𝘥𝘪𝘧í𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢,
𝘮á𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘢.
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