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Prologue
Dance is the hidden language
Mums, the river
Heralds, the fall
The soul shops
For a reality check
Fast, free power
Stored in smoke
Jewelry, windows
Oil, or a hazardous tree
Come dance
Come stand,
Probate
Tell us about yourself
Who is your cellar keeper?
Where is your horse?
Are you good with laternflies?
Did your school teach you how to dispose
Of corrosive materials?
Our motto is:
Everything to the receiver
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