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𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶
𝘮á𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢
𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪ó𝘯 /

𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦
𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰
𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴,

𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯,

𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯
𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢
𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘥,

𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢
𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳
𝘶𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 /

𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪ó 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘳
𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘭,

𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭í
𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴
𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳 /

𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰
𝘢 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦
𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴 /

𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯
𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭
𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 /

𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳,
𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦
𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰.

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