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And it was then
that with a dead and cold tongue in his mouth he sang the song they didn't let him sing in this world of obscene gardens and of shadows that came at the wrong time to remind him of songs from his boyhood in which he couldn't sing the song he wanted to sing the song they didn't let him sing except through his absent mouth through his absent voice. Then from the highest tower of absence his song echoes in the opacity of the hidden in the silent extension full of shifting hollows like the words I write.
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