𝘘𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴 ?
𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵ó,
* 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 *
𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘦 /
𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪ó,
𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯
𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 /
𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘳,
* 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 *
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘲𝘶é ?
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 /
𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵ó,
𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰,
𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴
𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢
𝘮á𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢 /
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦
𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦,
𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢
𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦
𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘰 /
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳á,
𝘢𝘴í 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘻ó
𝘴𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰
𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘳,
𝘮𝘪𝘮á𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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