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OrchestraThe drummers are strong And full of iron; they are pompously Well fed The cellists are thin Well regulated, calm in all their movements But let off tin sparks when the staccato comes All the violinists of the world are here Tonight in this grand cabal And none require any special mention On the other hand The flutist plays alone, the breath Seeping under the doors bows him over and Huddles around his ankles in chilly defeat His skin is bleached and his face Is tucked away from the light In the shuffling shadows The blanket of his eternal sleep.Orchestra
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Saturn After His MealGoya once painted a canvas so vast that Twelve men were needed just to hold its edges And another had to crawl beneath To keep it from scraping the EarthSaturn After His Meal
Goya was particular About keeping his canvas Very clean
The thirteen left And came back with thirteen more Twenty-six they stood On the canvas with carefully wiped Shoes that gleamed Because it was not quite light out And there was only one lantern To light the scene
We loaded our rifles Someone fired, and then another followed Soon it was a stampede of lead
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How Much Longer Until That Day To try to capture the great truth of all the universe into words is to take part in a great comedy of errors; the great truth cannot - does not need to - be made into mere words. All the art made by humanity falls short of the glory of truth. Sometimes we come close, but for now the greatest tribute we can pay to truth - the final, everlasting truth - is to know that is exists and that someday we shall find it.How Much Longer Until That Day
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Little Tom and Major Tom It was little Tom's birthday. Tom's father pushed Tom along in a little carriage that had a wheel that rattled like a tambourine taking part in a funeral dirge. Tom's mother was laden with brown paper sacks full of supplies for the coming celebration. Major Tom, who little Tom was named after, could hardly bear the sight of the proceedings and walked a bit apart from the family.Little Tom and Major Tom
The wind, that non-corporal wolf, bit and howled at any living thing it found outside. Major Tom was wrapped in his winter uniform in addition to his great coat. His over coat was getting a littl
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