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| "More somber songs with the same girl singing Singing of dead swans calling through the dimming spot lights Dismal liquids dashing across the stage of this sacrifice The sky spider creeping down While the skies hush and watch the specter Slide ever closer to the calling cry of permanent silence" 36"x48"
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