I'll play a brief serenade. Not like a nightingale's pensive nocturne, but like a nightmarishly crepuscular belling, or a serenata notturno rendered by someone a little drunk. You, in turn, will sing Im Abendrot shrilly, and I, leachlike, will glom on to your gloaming Straussian screeching. Music to my tin ears.
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