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𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎
𝑁𝑢𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜
𝑁𝑢𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑜
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢é𝑚
𝑇𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑎 𝑜 𝑝𝑟í𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝑆ó 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛ç𝑎𝑟
𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟, 𝑑𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑧
𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎
𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟
𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎
𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎
𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟
𝐸𝑙𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜
𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑟
𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚
𝑀𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑟 𝑜 𝑝𝑟í𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑒
𝑁𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑚 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑢 𝑎𝑡é 𝑜 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑢𝑎𝑟
𝐸𝑛𝑡ã𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑢 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑜
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟
𝑂𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑠
𝑂𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑜
𝑂𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑚
𝑉𝑖𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑟
𝐼𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑠
𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝐸 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝐸𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑢 𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟
𝑈𝑚 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝑈𝑚 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎
𝑈𝑚 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟
𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑣𝑎
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑢, 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝑃𝑜𝑟é𝑚 𝑗á 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑜
𝐸𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝐴 𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒
𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟
𝐸𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑠ó 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑠ó 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟
𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒, 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑧
𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡ó𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛á𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑟
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