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A rhythm that is not a rhythm but hypnosis. A voice always on the verge of bursting into tears. Thousands of men returning home, in silence, in the darkness of this sweet and vaporous autumn.
A rhythm that is not a rhythm but hypnosis. A voice always on the verge of bursting into tears.
Thousands of men returning home, in silence, in the darkness of this sweet and vaporous autumn.
Immerse yourself in the hauntingly beautiful soundscape of Silent City and experience autumn’s quiet melancholy like never before.
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