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𝙳𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊
𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚊: 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛
𝚂𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊,
𝙾𝚞 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚒́𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛.
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚞𝚛𝚊;
𝙴́ 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙲𝚞𝚓𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊.
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊
𝚂𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎;
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊,
𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎.
𝚂𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚞,
𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞.