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My friend went to the piano; spun the stool / A little higher; left his pipe to cool; / Picked up a fat green volume from the chest; / And propped it open.
Whitely without rest, / His fingers swept the keys that flashed like swords, / . And to the brute drums of barbarian hordes, / Roaring and thunderous and weapon-bare, / An army stormed the bastions of the air!