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When we are alone, on the fringes of this crooked society, these mournful notes help. How much charm in these notes, in these aged piano keys, when the moon... comes to comfort me.
When we are alone, on the fringes of this crooked society, these mournful notes help.
How much charm in these notes, in these aged piano keys, when the moon... comes to comfort me.
Dive into the haunting world of Tom Waits' Asylum Years and feel the raw emotion of life on the margins.
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