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𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎,
𝚆𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎—𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗,
𝙰𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜, 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗,
𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜—𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.
𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎,
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠.
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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗,
𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛,
𝙰𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣, 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊́𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊,
𝚄𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝘪́𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗,
𝚈 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝘦́𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊.
¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝘦́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣? 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝘪́𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜,
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗,
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎: 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝙰𝚜𝘪́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜,
𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘́𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜,
𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘.
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𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎,
𝚆𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎—𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗,
𝙰𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜, 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗,
𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜—𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.
𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎,
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠.
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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗,
𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛,
𝙰𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣, 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊́𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊,
𝚄𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝘪́𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗,
𝚈 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝘦́𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊.
¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝘦́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣? 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝘪́𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜,
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗,
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎: 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝙰𝚜𝘪́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜,
𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘́𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜,
𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘.
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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗,
𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛,
𝙰𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣, 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊́𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊,
𝚄𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝘪́𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗,
𝚈 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝘦́𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎,
𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊.
¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝘦́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣? 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝘪́𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜,
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗,
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎: 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝙰𝚜𝘪́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜,
𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜,
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘́𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜,
𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘.
Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.