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The Power of the Triangle
The band snaps; percussion pounding the traps; allofasudden the mood shifts; silken melody lifts; still then rising crescendo; tympanies bold suspend, O!; symphony in brave unison; twisting and trying to ruin some; pristine air shattered by the power of strings beneath all this, the triangle rings
by Willie Koenig | |||
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