I hear angels come for me...

*...I can hear the angels come for me, like a haunting symphony. Black are the skies and gray are the clouds, and hallowed bells ring loud. Whatever regret I long for, whatever page not turned, as my calloused fingers bend and twist, I'll play on till angels come for me, like a haunting symphony...* https://youtu.be/xAuXO92fSPQ

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