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... listened. Listened to the song of the Nightingale, accompanied only by the wind that sometimes blew by. It was a song without guidance, sometimes made up of wordless vocals, at other times consisting of lyrics that described the journey of a harpy that dared to dream big and succeeded – only to find herself with little to hold onto.
It was a long song that rarely clung to any specific melody for long. Even styles were fluidly interchanged, as Nightingale exhausted her whole vocal range t ...
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