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𝑨𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒛 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓 , 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒖 , 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒐𝒖 , 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒇𝒆𝒛 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒎, 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒎 , 𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔 , 𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒎 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎 , 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒄̧𝒂̃𝒐 , 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒓 , 𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒖 𝒕𝒊 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒓 , 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒓 𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒖 , 𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒖,  𝒔𝒐́ 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒐 𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒖 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆,  𝑨𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒗𝒂̃𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒂̃𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓 , 𝒂𝒕𝒆́ 𝒆𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒓 , 𝒂𝒕𝒆́ 𝒆𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒄̧𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐 , 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔 , 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖 𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒖

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