"𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘,
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘;
𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛,
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛;
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎,
𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎;
𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜,
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒́𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜;
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚎́𝚖, 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘,
𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘"
- 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.
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Poetry"𝚂𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚕, 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊?"
𝙾 𝚏𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘
"𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘,
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘;
𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛,
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛;
𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎,
𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎;
𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜,
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒́𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜;
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚎́𝚖, 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘,
𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘"
- 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.
