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From the hot days of August the band goes
into the heat outside out onto the football field marching beside the school. BANG BOOM To the neighborhood where it goes BANG BOOM until nine in the evening. When the band marches, as in a new rhyme, forward, BANG BOOM into classrooms, leaving the football field empty with fallen leaves and no percussion, all lays quietly. In October a gathering of bands come trillng and banging. BANG BOOM The following silence ghostly whispers fill the air arrives when the bands go low into the hole.
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