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˓ ˓ 🩰 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑢́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑟.
- 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬.
𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺, 1963. 𝖤𝗅 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝖵𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗀𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗃𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖩𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗁 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗌, 𝗎𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂́𝗇, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈. 𝖤𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗇𝗈́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖽𝖺, 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈. 𝖤𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺 𝗒 𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝖼