𝘈 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 - 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘢,
𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘺 𝘴𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢
𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳.
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𝘓𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘣í𝘢
𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘭
𝘯𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢,
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺
𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴
𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘤í,
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭
𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰,
𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘢
𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦
𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦
𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦,
𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥ó
𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘧𝘬𝘢
𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘢
𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴,
𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦í𝘢
𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪,
𝘵𝘦𝘯í𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢
𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘰𝘭í𝘢 𝘮𝘪
𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰
𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰
𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴,
𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦
𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳,
𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯í𝘢𝘯
𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴
𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴
𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯
𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭,
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳í𝘢
𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶
𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘮á𝘴 𝘮𝘪
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯 𝘭𝘦
𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵ó 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰
𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘴,
𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭,
𝘯𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘢,
𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢,
𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵é
𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢,
𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘮é 𝘭𝘦ñ𝘢𝘴
𝘢 𝘴𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢
𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥ó.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 - 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 - 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈