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𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑒̂
𝑃𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧?
𝐷𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑒̂ 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒
𝑈𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑧
𝐸𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢́𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜, 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠
𝑃𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑑𝑜́𝑐𝑖𝑙 𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒
𝐷𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒̂ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑎
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑣𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜
𝐸 𝑎 𝑢́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜́𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒
𝑃𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝑀𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎
𝑂 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑧 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑚
𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎,
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𝐸 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜́𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒.
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