High Hopes. Pink Floyd. the very beginning of the song.
silence. a possibly imaginary wind blowing. and then the bells. from a faraway, lonely and desolate clock tower somewhere.
the piano sets in. intertwining melodically with the clock tower, as if belonging to one big, all-encompassing whole.
a harmony in rhythm and contrarhythm.
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