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<title>#2929 &#8212; Saint-George from God of Arms by Lorraine Goodman and James Armstrong</title>
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<description>&quot;Come, muse. Let the bow become an extension of my arm as you lend my fingers that divine inspiration to play. Blot out these pale faces, staring at me, waiting, expecting… what? What is it they hope to hear when I play? (SAINT-GEORGE approaches MONTESSON) Take this one, my future&#8230;&quot;</description>
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