To The Roaring Wind
What syllable are you seeking,
Vocalissimus,
In the distances of sleep?
Speak it.
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This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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- composer Mieczysław Weinberg
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- as if a manifesto
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