E𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘

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𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢  𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 ;
𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 , 𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘 ,
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎́𝚕 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘
𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 , 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 , 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚘𝚕 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊
𝙰𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚗̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊
𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗
𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 ,
𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 
𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛
𝙻𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚛
𝚅𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎́𝚕 , 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚌𝚎́𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊
𝙻𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎
𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚒 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊
𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚘
𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚣𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚊 ,
𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜
𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́  𝙽𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚗̃𝚊𝚕 ,
𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗̃𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚖𝚒́𝚘 ,
𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗̃𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗 ,
𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎́ 𝚢𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚣𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊
𝙼𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜
𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒́𝚊
𝚃𝚞́
𝙼𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊
𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎́ 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜
𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊
𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊
𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚂𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎́ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚈 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘

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