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At this moment, we find Liana, watching the moon, and dreaming of Prague, her imagined soul-city where her voice can float free. In her reverie, the river Vltava sings to her as it has sung to her musical heroes in the past, reminding her that when she sings, she is never alone in the world.

 

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City of a Hundred Spires

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