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𝘌𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰,
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘴í
𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰
𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰,
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴
𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯
𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢
𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢
𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢
𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦
𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦
𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦,
𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯,
𝘺 𝘯𝘪ñ𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘰𝘴,
𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰,
𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰,
𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦ó𝘯
𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘣ó𝘯,
𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘰
𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘰,
𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰
𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰
𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘕𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘋𝘈𝘋,
𝘈Ñ𝘖 𝘕𝘜𝘌𝘝𝘖 𝘠
𝘙𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘖𝘚,
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴,
𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴,
𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘦𝘨𝘰í𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘺
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 /
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳
𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢
𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘪
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰
𝘋𝘐𝘖𝘚,
𝑸𝑼𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑶
𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑶
𝑴𝑰 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬
𝑺𝑬Ñ𝑶𝑹 ?,
𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰
𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯
𝘨𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰,
𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶
𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 ?
𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘯
𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘰
𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵,
𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴,
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘮á𝘴,
𝘦𝘴𝘵á𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴 ?
𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢ú𝘯
𝘦𝘴𝘵á 𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 ?
𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢
𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥,
𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢
𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦,
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘢,
𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘴 𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵ó𝘯,
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢,
𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯
𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘳
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢,
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