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"
Make
music
?
"
asked
the
Iron
Man
.
"
How
?
What
sort
of
music
?
"
"
Have
n't
you
heard
of
the
music
of
the
spheres
?
"
asked
the
dragon
.
"
It
's
the
music
that
space
makes
to
itself
.
All
the
spirits
inside
all
the
stars
are
singing
.
I
'm
a
star
spirit
.
I
sing
too
.
The
music
of
the
spheres
is
what
makes
space
so
peaceful
.
"
"
Then
whatever
made
you
want
to
eat
up
the
earth
?
"
asked
the
Iron
Man
.
"
If
you
're
all
so
peaceful
up
there
,
how
did
you
get
such
greedy
and
cruel
ideas
?
"
The
dragon
was
silent
for
a
long
time
after
this
question
.
And
at
last
he
said
:
"
It
just
came
over
me
.
I
do
n't
know
why
.
It
just
came
over
me
,
listening
to
the
battling
shouts
and
the
war-cries
of
the
earth
--
I
got
excited
,
I
wanted
to
join
in
.
"
"
Well
,
you
can
sing
for
us
instead
,
"
said
the
Iron
Man
.
"
It
's
a
long
time
since
anybody
here
on
earth
heard
the
music
of
the
spheres
.
It
might
do
us
all
good
.
"
And
so
it
was
fixed
.
The
space-bat-angel-dragon
was
to
send
his
star
back
into
the
constellation
of
Orion
,
and
he
was
to
live
inside
the
moon
.
And
every
night
he
was
to
fly
around
the
earth
,
through
the
heavens
,
singing
.
So
his
fearful
shape
,
slowly
swimming
through
the
night
sky
,
did
n't
frighten
people
,
because
it
was
dark
and
he
could
n't
be
seen
.
But
the
whole
world
could
hear
him
,
a
strange
soft
music
that
seemed
to
fill
the
whole
of
space
,
a
deep
weird
singing
,
like
millions
of
voices
singing
together
Meanwhile
the
Iron
Man
was
the
world
's
hero
.
He
went
back
to
his
scrap-yard
.
But
now
everybody
in
the
world
sent
him
a
present
.
Some
only
sent
him
a
nail
.
Some
sent
him
an
old
car
.
One
rich
man
even
sent
him
an
ocean
liner
.
He
sprawled
there
in
his
yard
,
chewing
away
,
with
his
one
ear
slightly
drooped
where
the
white
heat
of
that
last
roasting
had
slightly
melted
it
.
As
he
chewed
,
he
hummed
in
harmony
to
the
singing
of
his
tremendous
slave
in
heaven
.
And
the
space-bat-angel
's
singing
had
the
most
unexpected
effect
.
Suddenly
the
world
became
wonderfully
peaceful
.
The
singing
got
inside
everybody
and
made
them
as
peaceful
as
starry
space
,
and
blissfully
above
all
their
earlier
little
squabbles
.
The
strange
soft
eerie
space-music
began
to
alter
all
the
people
of
the
world
.
They
stopped
making
weapons
.
The
countries
began
to
think
how
they
could
live
pleasantly
alongside
each
other
,
rather
than
how
to
get
rid
of
each
other
.
All
they
wanted
to
do
was
to
have
peace
to
enjoy
this
strange
,
wild
,
blissful
music
from
the
giant
singer
in
space
.