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𝚃𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗
𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜
𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗
𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚞á𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜

𝚃𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏é
𝚌ó𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝙰𝚜í 𝚎𝚜 é𝚕, 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚎
𝚃𝚊𝚗 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎

É𝚕 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊
É𝚕 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊
𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊
𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒ó 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊

É𝚕 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍í𝚊
𝚕𝚊 𝚖ú𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚍í𝚊
𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗
𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗

É𝚕, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕í𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊
𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊
É𝚕, 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊
𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊

𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛á𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜
𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏é𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜
𝚃𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜
𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 é𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍í𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎

É𝚕 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗
𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣ó𝚗.



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