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Hi have you ever wondered what it would be

Like to listen to some music

Well this is your big chance

You see music is much like a brochetted butterfly

With a shadowy prominade of effervescence

Yet sloos down the bottom of misty

Moutains of darkness

Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror

God what is this opaque window of comfort

That we cannot overcome

It is a manafestation of love

It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with

No water except where that which fills it

So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself

From the prison of captivity and let your soul free

Because only a free soul can be captured

By greedy soul theives

Who will have sold it to Leprechaun gold miners

But it is only when your soul is taken away

That you can take it back

And this my friend does not make any sense

What'soever or does it no it does not

Ladies and Gentlemen I give you

The Papercut Chronicles