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"В конце концов поэту хорошо бы разбираться, где муза и где блядь"
А.А.
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"But the city rolling out in front of me, a keyboard of millions and millions and billions of keys that never end, that keyboard is infinite... and if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music you can play, you're sitting on the wrong bench...That is God's piano"
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