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Youth symphony

New symphony, mute symphony of black and white, I'm numb with thought, and you can now go free. Be what you've become, true music. Flute and clarinet, be firm, be clear - all tone. And from the back, beyond regret, boom, O brave trombone,

and crowd this little space with faces bright-eyed, superior, moved to smile in answer for these graces hitherto unproved.

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