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“ 𝑵𝑶 𝑭𝑼𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 “

𝑨 𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐
𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅,
𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓
𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅.

“ 𝑵𝑶 𝑭𝑼𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 “

𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭
𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘷í𝘢,
𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘢
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘑𝘖𝘚𝘌,

𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘭𝘦
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘢,
𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 /

𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘧á𝘤𝘪𝘭
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳
𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘰,
𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪ñ𝘰 /

𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘰
𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰,
𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰
𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 /

𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘳ó 𝘴𝘶
𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭
𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰,
𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 /

𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘰,
𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯,
𝘑𝘖𝘚É 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘰 /

𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴ó,
𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳í𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘳
𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢
𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘣𝘢,

𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴
𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰
𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 /

𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭,
𝘮á𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 /

𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘫𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘢
𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘢,
𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘳.

𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
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