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Hector

his hair blown back by the wind section which he had doubled like all the other sections no mic rophones back in the day but wood made strings that would abundantly ring ton ality sing songs from the mad mind though socially refined and an equally com posed composure defined as a conductor conducting electricity from the ether sit in the center of a cathedral as his requiem mass amasses as if from a Tesla coil not to be fooled or foiled as the brass north south east and west in eighteen thirty seven Berlioz invent ed quadrophonic stereo

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