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October 19, 2007
Volume
Turn it down, the music has ended
The song is over—all played out
Missing the sweet keys
Carried off, drifting—into sour notes
Melting into stones
Whose timber echoes back in silence
Blowing out the candle’s flame
—Goodnight
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