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Poem	In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you -- on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents -- asked that I play something immortal. Dust motes grayed the air, and a sage-green shadow draped the walls in color like sifted powder. I agreed, but wandered, untold, too many keys to consider.
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