First there was twinkling and flickering that seemed to exist without beginning. Which gave way to a mighty gallop of crunching guitars and rolling drums that stampeded across the landscape. From the one house left undestroyed, there came a naive, unsure voice pitched a bit plaintive and a lot blank. Which then stopped as a new flickering began. That happened in a recent dream. And it sounded like this.Mice Parade - Passing & Galloping
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