都给你。so I can be free indeed.

"At night I think of my piano in its ocean grave and sometimes of myself floating above it.

Down there everything is so still and silent, it lulls me to sleep.

It is a weird lullaby, and so it is...

It is mine...

There is a silence where hath been no sound.

There is a silence where no sound maybe.

In the cold grave, under the deep deep sea..."


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