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drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful tango, blue green gold, slowing, almost halting, dancer growing weary. glimmering sweet, crack crack, old mischief returns as clack clack faithful gravity assists, electric smooth color, stronger than before digging into the bony white walls, twirl spin, flying now, tremendous speed. noise fades. glass drums come to rest. eyes as the door creaks. Letras de cancioneslittle one, finds his little treasure, swallowed by a warm cloth bed. they continue now, subdued, still presenting the show of light in the pocket of the old soldier's jacket. fallow music of days now gone. From Letras Mania