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𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘵á 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢,
𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢
𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰,
𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘴,
𝘢𝘩í 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴,
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳,
𝘲𝘶é 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴,
𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘮á𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴,
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳,
𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴,
𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘶𝘯 𝘥í𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵ó 𝘋𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦,
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢
𝘦𝘴𝘵á𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰,
𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯
𝘴𝘶 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢,
𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰
𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘮á𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢
𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰,
𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰.
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