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Funamble And your slippers take them off bare feet upon the oiled rope dig in from the ground up blindfolded up you go you are there now go again straight out it is harmonics it is your life monochord your steps modify modulate at the midpoint feel repeat the higher octave now again note upon note the sliding scale your toes prefigure and sound. End of the song and a bare wire far above the echoing throng with your arm lifted fingers pressed then back out to smoke your cigar with brandy in a straight-backed chair after cooking a sweet omelette on a portable stove you forget the salt go and get it then brandy and a cigar there leisurely leisurely
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