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“It's a sleepy song, isn't it? It pus me to sleep. But one just...keeps...playing...on and on and on, 'Ave Maria...!' Until the song reaches its natural close when the pianist dies of boredom. Then it's played at his funeral.” — Allie Ray
It's a sleepy song, isn't it? It pus me to sleep. But one just...keeps...playing...on and on and on, 'Ave Maria...!' Until the song reaches its natural close when the pianist dies of boredom. Then it's played at his funeral.