Unbearably Lovely Music Is Heard As The Curtain Rises, And We See The Woods On A Summer Afternoon.

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Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the
woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles at some
leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts
coughing and drops dead.
-- Woody Allen, "Without Feathers"

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