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I - Reminiscent of Ravel's "Sonata for Violin and Cello," the eerie colors provide no warmth. Instead it is ice cold as one stands over a polar plateau alone.
II - A parody of "Palladio." This movement isn't playful. It has a crass and strident force that drives it forward throughout. There is no melody to be found here.
III - This movement is about pain and agony. There is only grey and all other colors have gone away and disappeared. What sense of progress is lost, and we find ourselves looking for anything to latch onto to. Do we truly find it though?
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