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Fr�d�ric Fran�ois Chopin B. 3.1.1810 Zelazowa Wola, Poland / D. 10.17.1849 Paris Tuberculosis Doldrums! Resounding the thud-thuds as disinclination succeeds disinclination; furred hammers striking the hours. (It�s all in the wrist.) Have I given up? I play, but cannot seem to disregard the hole on Lower Broadway: a cave, belching oracles: "Leave the frontiers and marshal every force at the core of you�NOW!" Security: unopened mail in a pile. Around the bend�up�up�up�what�s that disappearing with flash of sleeve, fleet-footed there? Some freedom? Quickly�start the Polonaise!
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