𝑨𝒚𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒂, 𝒎𝒊 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒚 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒇𝒂́𝒏,
𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒔𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂́𝒏.
𝑯𝒐𝒚, 𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒂, 𝒍𝒂 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒐́,
𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒎𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐́.

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