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  1. oh!
    ah!
    wordless.

    This: she twitches her fingers on that drum of hers

    And this; My grandfather is not around to give his side. I have never seen my grandfather

    And: Aunt Margit’s blue eyes are fixed on me very firmly, and I hear Aunt Klara’s drum along with the rushing of the stream under the bridge, the lapping of the waters along the shore. She only taps it very lightly. But I hear.

    oh! Oh! OH!

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