Cores 6/7

Cada día que salía el sol en sus sueños era algo más oscuro y un tono más triste. Cada día, se hundía en la tristeza alimentada por la angustia que rumiaba las ideas.
Each day the sun rose in his dreams was something darker and a sadder tone. Each day, she sank into sadness fueled by the anguish that ruminated by ideas.

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