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𝘚𝘦𝘨ú𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢
𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘰
𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘢,

𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰
𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦,
* 𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 *,

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵á𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯
𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 /

𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳,
𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘥𝘦
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘳,
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳,

𝘮á𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴é 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯
𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘶𝘯𝘪ó 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘥ó
𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦ñ𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘮í𝘰,

𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦
𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥
𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢,

𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦
𝘢ú𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴,

𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳í𝘢𝘯
𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘴,

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘢𝘲𝘶é𝘭
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴
𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯
𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴,

𝘺 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦
𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘮ú𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 /

𝘵𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶
𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢
𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰,
𝘢𝘮á𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘦,

𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘴𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰,
𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭
𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪ó,

𝘮á𝘴 𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢
𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘰
𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳.

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