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Everyone Was At Their Wits' End, so They Searched ...
Piano Fingers
I'm for bigger musical things!
Bink, bink, bink
Crashtinkle!
'Encore!'
Then, Up through the mothfoggy dark it drifted
The sound of an icy tear falling from a star
A left out in the rain song
Bea, her Triange and Maestro Gus