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G C HHi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music? |
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Well this is your big chance. |
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You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly, with a shadowy prominade of effervescence, yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness. |
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Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror. |
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God, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome? |
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It is a manafestation of love. |
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It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with no water except where that which fills it. |
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So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free. |
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Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul theives. |
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Who will have sold it to |
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Leprechaun gold miners. |
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But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back. |
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And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it, no it does not. |
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Ladies and |
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Gentlemen |
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I give you |
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The Papercut |
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Chronicles. |
