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The ancient melody resounds through the veins of time, a ethereal testament to a forgotten era. Intertwining notes of wonder, it cries to the soul, a universal language felt by all who attend. Each chord is a bridge across time's river, connecting us to our ancestors and the hopes of generations past. Perhaps the melody reveals a narrative of

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