𝘌𝘴𝘵á 𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘺 𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 /
𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘦𝘴𝘵á 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 /
𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰,
𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥é𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘋𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴,
𝘺 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳
𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦ñ𝘰𝘳𝘢,
𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰 /
𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘣𝘭ó 𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘵á
𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰,
𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭
𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 /
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘴
𝘢 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰
𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 /
𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢,
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢
𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘤í,
𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘳
𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴
𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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