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The young man stood at the top of the Gro er Beerberg as if a golden statue of ancient days. With bare feet fixed to the ground, the plaid trekker's shirt cast casually aside, and the sun-bleached hair tied out of the way in a pony-tail, he drew his breath, raised the bell of his trumpet, and played his dramatic music.
