Are kings as well, they control the printers, the black dots, the bars. I become such a peasant, bowing and pleading for more. I understand the king more than I understand myself, for a few moments, because their thoughts are mine, their movements are mine.
Their music is mine ... for a few moments in time.
I understand that King.
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