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The days of milk, resin and sand colored sugar,
melancholia is swept away by the beauty of this time that flows in a different way.
All is pale and orange,
but the shade is cold even when the sun at noon burns.
The steps of the stair to save the soul have to be climbed silently

or by singing,

only

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