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Hem would have liked the cleavage and tommy's uncles and jack flashes of this eve, on the eve of zoom. I now hear that heavenly lullaby of the steppes full on cassette, and you canna' stop me.

How to write music in words... Up, and a little softly down now, softly down, and PROUD NOW. And the flurry-esq bit to stay in vovlved, but again, I find the Clarinet key. As opposed to the swaying, optomistic strings. They lead you but it is the other sound that makes you smile.

Clarinet, cello, gorgeous. The steppes. See you soon, Paris. 24h.