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Rating: The blue sky painted in the inexplicable heights. Friendly chirping, in the distance the rush of waters, man works the land, voices lost in the wind.
We imagine but we can only see the painted sky. Blow sky, blow... like this
Music, clouds in the sky change, they take shape to the sound of the symphony of life that we can only imagine, we can only see the painted blue.
Clouds live because the sky blows... like this
"Quanto so' belle."
"Ah straziante meravigliosa bellezza del creato."
The only answer I can hear before the sky stops being painted blue.
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