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𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯ç𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘮ú𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯ç𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘥ã𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘱é𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥í𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴ã𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩ã 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢,
𝘗𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘭á𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘮ã𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘯𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴
𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢,
𝘌𝘶 𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘰 ó 𝘱𝘢𝘻, 𝘦𝘶 𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘰 ó 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢,
Ó 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢, ó 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮ã 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘥ú𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘻.
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𝘈𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵ó𝘳𝘪𝘢,
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