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Evening. Shortcuts to city light and music fever. As we are together now, in the snow and in the rain. We're apart from each other and the neighbours. They won't find us, they won't dance around or sing along to the voices of the birds.
They aren't aware of rest or sleep. They don't know who we are. They are far away from us because they aren't aware of music. They're not here.
I ramble. I like what I do.
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