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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

Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far,
And distant things seem near
Now in the green west hangs a yellow star
And now across old waters you may hear The profound gloom of bells among still trees,