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𝘥𝘦 𝘥í𝘢,
í𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘯
𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦,
𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘰𝘭í𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳,
𝘢𝘴í 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶
𝘮á𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰,
𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘰ñ𝘰 𝘰
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤á𝘯 𝘦𝘯
𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰
𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰,
𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴,
𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘰𝘭í𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳,
𝘴𝘪 𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦 /
𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘦
𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯,
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𝘮á𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪ñ𝘰
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰
𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘢
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢,
𝘺 𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘷í𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭
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𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴ó,
𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘥𝘰𝘴 í𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴.
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