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Charles de Lint

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The Lost Music was his way of talking about the way he believed that old wives' tales and dance tunes and folktales were just the tangled echoes of something that's not quite of this world ... something we all knew once, but have forgotten since.
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Part One: The Hidden People, "The Quarrlsome Piper" p. 19

 
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