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Слушать(AI)A Poem About Miracles
Why don't the records go blankthe instant the singer dies?
Oh,
I know there are explanationsbut they don't convince meI'm still
When I hear the dead
As for orchestra'sI expect the
To fall silent one by oneas the musicians succumb to cancer and heart diseaseso that toward the endI turn on a disclabelled Gotterdammerungand all that comes outis the sound of one sick old manscraping a shaky bowacross an out-of-tune fiddle.
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