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Rating: The lights. Their distant reflection, metallic hues. In the distance, the whisper of the wind among these lights, their life. That child watches the city, admires its grandeur, its beauty, the lights. His eyes are the medium of all things. Sitting on the grass of the hill, he gazes at the buildings, their figures sharply outlined against the city’s midnight. He wants to admire the world, the city, the creation of man. The wind resonates through the tree branches, whistles in the now deserted streets.
Only wind, silence, lights, colors fading into the distance. That child is alone. He contemplates the city, he is fascinated by it.
A whirl of distant sounds, now sharp, now soft. Everything and nothing. Music in space, explorer of dreams, journey of a lifetime.
Emotions.
1. "Alas! Alas! The Breath Of Life" (12:28)
2. "As The City Burned We Trembled For We Saw The Makings Of It's Undoing In Our Own Hearts" (7:03)
3. "Molotov" (10:21)
4. "A Threnody (For The Victims Of November Second)" (10:15)
5. "If I Could Move Mountains" (14:01)
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