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𝘚𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦

𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢,

𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘢

𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘢,

𝘤𝘢𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴

𝘱é𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴,

𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘢

𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢, 

𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘭𝘢

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭,

𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘢 𝘭𝘢   

𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢,

𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯 

𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴,

𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘢 

𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰,

𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴 

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴,

𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘻𝘢

𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘢,

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰

𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢

𝘦𝘭 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰,

𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 /

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳í𝘦

𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦,

𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦,

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯ú𝘢 /

𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴,

𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰 

𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦

𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳,

𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰

𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘢

𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰

𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳,

𝘢𝘴í 𝘦𝘴

𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢,

𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰

𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 /

𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘻

𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴,

𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘪 

𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘰,

𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴

𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴,

𝘊𝘜𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘔𝘖𝘚

𝘈Ñ𝘖𝘚.

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