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thetormentedlew
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Sep 20, 2013 22:08
I imagine
tribesmen at night,
sometime before the dawning of civilized man,
beating sticks together to keep ferocious beasts from the sleeping tribe.
And then a sound is distinguished.
The song is born.
It's music, baby.
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