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2024-10-29 19:42:56THE SUSTAINING LOWER line and the half-note see-saws of Maksim Mrvca’s Claudine woke the shady tree-named man from his 8-hour sleep. He opened his eyes, lowered his legs from his straightened body to meet his bedroom slippers.
He sat there at the bedside to savour the 52-key awakening ballad more during this weekday of a morning. Then, exactly after 4 minutes and 31 seconds, he switched the music to the more upbeat one.
Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers seemed like an obvious choice, so he went with it. And with the amazing half a minute mark of a height elevation, he switched from
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