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[She nods, then pauses for a second to remember what day she's on.]

So... On the fifth celestial evening,
the world is struck by those fragments again and again.

So... On the sixith celestial evening,
by the signal, the travellers are brought together.
Sound life.
Sound life.

So... On the seventh celestial evening,
the ship braces through the sky.

So... On the eighth celestial morning,
a song from somewhere reaches my ears.
Sound life.
Sound life.

Then... Beyond the brand new sky,
everything the song recorded echoes up in harmony.
Sound life.
Sound life.

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