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| They play their jazz Distorted Flowing through the picture Beautiful Nubian Graces Playing their taciturn music I can hear them As they sway within the frame Background by lights galore Fading pinks into bold blues Woodwinds and brass toot out Blues And they contort And amalgamate These distorted Beautiful Nubian Graces Flowing through the picture Playing their jazz |