The field of my imagination was vast, dark and still. A great Muse suddenly appeared on it. She stood like courage and stared into my soul. Gradually, her voice rose from the deepest part of stillness. Her winged words scattered the darkness on the vast field of my imagination. And there was a light. The soft sweet sound of her melodious voice impregnanted my thought. And thus a child was born its name - Jazz.

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