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𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢,
𝘫𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘴é 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘢
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢
𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰,
𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢
𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘴 /
𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥í𝘢𝘴
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯
𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭
𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘻á𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘴í𝘢 𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢
𝘮𝘶𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘯𝘰 𝘴é 𝘴𝘪
𝘴𝘦𝘳á 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭
𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢,
𝘺 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘥í𝘢
𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯
𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰
𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳í𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘻.
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