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I stayed inside the villa
where my friend lived drinking home-made cola sheltered from that incredible afternoon sun Listening to Igor Let's go back a few weeks, said Igor Can you smell the fragrances of spring? I could Behold, said Igor, the Rite of Spring on the vast Taiga where virgins are sacrificed for the greater good of a rich and satisfying crop Can you see it? I could Then listen! I heard thunder strike till the earth rattled Horses and warriors clash together in crescendos of bloodied flesh against flesh And the rain pouring down in endless streams washing every good and bad deed away When it was over I had to go out and let the sun sting my face
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