Pain of music
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Last published Sun, Jun 28, 2015
There is a new form a music where the Arthur is truly expressed in his work
His thought imported into a machine.
Memories thoughts sound scattered picked up by a receiver people find the sounds beautiful seeing glimpses of people pasts
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