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A perfectly shaped circle rolling over Society...ting, ting and ting! With the ease of a leopard killing his prey while leaving the stench of a dead caucus...dong, dong, dong! Coiled like a snake waiting to strike...hiss, hiss, hiss! With the sound of a harpist stroking her golden harp hidden in a fields of oak trees...strum, strum, strum, plink! They speak and we listen...Tra la la la la la la la la!
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