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At night, I think of my piano in its ocean grave and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there, everything is so still and silent, it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby, and so it is... It is mine. There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be in the cold grave, under the deep deep sea.
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