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Now he hangs, silently brooding/ by his leather strap/ on a nail, against muddy wall/ gone to rust/ The silence, deafening/ swings no longer in ecstatic delight/
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Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
Talking drum