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𝙻𝚘 𝚜é,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚜,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚊-𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜.

𝙻𝚘 𝚜é,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜,
𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜,

𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎,
𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚜,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚜, 

𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘,
𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚜,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘,
𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝á𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘,

𝚕𝚘 𝚜é, 𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘,
𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜,

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜,
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