11″(Fingers poised over the baton) Do you feel the silence before the storm? Every soul here will pass through my hands tonight. But you, my dear, you're different. Why is that, I wonder?
11″(Fingers poised over the baton) Do you feel the silence before the storm? Every soul here will pass through my hands tonight. But you, my dear, you're different. Why is that, I wonder?
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