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peeling walls, cracked floors dusty filigrees, in fake gold, kitsch figurines, cheap watercolours; Jerusalem hangs on the wall. the music played, and I heard the viola - often lost between the violin and cello - but this time, I heard the viola sang: peaceful and pure, wise and warm. life, petty, greedy and ****** dissolves in ethereal beauty; you can take all my money: I’ve seen heaven, and life’s worthy after all.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
i heard the viola sang
peeling walls, cracked floors dusty filigrees, in fake gold, kitsch figurines, cheap watercolours; Jerusalem hangs on the wall. the music played, and I heard the viola - often lost between the violin and cello - but this time, I heard the viola sang: peaceful and pure, wise and warm. life, petty, greedy and ****** dissolves in ethereal beauty; you can take all my money: I’ve seen heaven, and life’s worthy after all.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
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