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Once upon a time, after the world ended, a man picking through the debris of a ruined city center pulled some wood out of the wreckage.

Not knowing it had been part of a great concert hall, he used it to make a shelter.

At night, the wood began to sing, softly at first, so it was part of his sleep, and his dreams began to change.

It sang louder every night, until one night it woke him up.

He took the wood and shaped it into a crude violin.  It hardly had to be played, but sang on its own.

He traveled around from shelter to shelter, letting his violin play.

And the people rose out of their lethargy and restored civilization.

And so music saved the world.

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