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I was walking by the Louvre, scanning the pristinely pampered gardens. Happy flowers in lilac purple, yellow and light blue. The sky was cracking for sunset, spreading clouds to welcome his majesty for one last encore. Hypnotized by the beauty of what was in front of me, around me. I stepped into a firm old arch, enveloped by its shade. The change of light made me send my eyes to a quest up, towards the ceiling. Mathematical sentences in the shape of divinity spilled into my heart. Following the story of gentle hands gentle hearts, yearning to bring beauty to the unseen. Just like a misunderstood song from the jungle, that once translated by the heart, leaving the brain to rest - becomes clear.

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I was walking by the Louvre, scanning the pristinely pampered gardens. Happy flowers in lilac purple, yellow and light blue. The sky was cracking for sunset, spreading clouds to welcome his majesty for one last encore. Hypnotized by the beauty of what was in front of me, around me. I stepped into a firm old arch, enveloped by its shade. The change of light made me send my eyes to a quest up, towards the ceiling. Mathematical sentences in the shape of divinity spilled into my heart. Following the story of gentle hands gentle hearts, yearning to bring beauty to the unseen. Just like a misunderstood song from the jungle, that once translated by the heart, leaving the brain to rest - becomes clear.

I was walking by the Louvre, scanning the pristinely pampered gardens. Happy flowers in lilac purple, yellow and light blue. The sky was cracking for sunset, spreading clouds to welcome his majesty for one last encore. Hypnotized by the beauty of what was in front of me, around me. I stepped into a firm old arch, enveloped by its shade. The change of light made me send my eyes to a quest up, towards the ceiling. Mathematical sentences in the shape of divinity spilled into my heart. Following the story of gentle hands gentle hearts, yearning to bring beauty to the unseen. Just like a misunderstood song from the jungle, that once translated by the heart, leaving the brain to rest - becomes clear.

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