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𝘮𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢
𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤í𝘰
𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰,
𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴,
𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰,
𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘴ú𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘢
𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰,
𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘫𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰,
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰
𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦,
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰,
𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘱é𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢,
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘭 𝘮á𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴,
𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘮á𝘴,
𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰,
𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢,
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘪ñ𝘢
𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢,
𝘰 𝘱í𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴 á𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴
𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘴,
𝘺 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘺 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯
𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘳á𝘯,
𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴.
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