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The myth is that swans sing just before they die. 
Perhaps, when I die, colours and beautiful words will chorus out of me at last.
Maybe I will be worth 
something then. 

One last shot. The myth is that swans sing just before they die. Perhaps, when I die, colours and beautiful words will chorus out of me at last. Maybe I will be worth something then. One last shot.
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