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𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭
𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰
𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰
𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘫ó 𝘵𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘢,
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴
𝘺 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴á𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴
𝘢ú𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯
𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦,
𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦
𝘦𝘭 𝘳í𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘢
𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢
𝘳𝘰𝘮á𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢,
𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴
𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢 /
𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰 𝘺
𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘪ó𝘯 𝘦𝘯
𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦,
𝘯𝘰 𝘴é
𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰,
𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘴é
𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘮á𝘴 𝘴é 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭
𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰 /
𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘢
𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘦𝘴𝘵é𝘴
𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘢 /
𝘺 𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘫𝘦,
𝘷𝘦𝘯,
𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴,
𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰 /
𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳
𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘰
𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦
𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢,
𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰
𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦
𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪,
𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦,
𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘦ñ𝘰𝘴,
𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘴,
𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘴
𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯
𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘴,
𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
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