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"Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: may they make a harp out of my nerves when I die."
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"Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: may they make a harp out of my nerves when I die."
116 points
