A skeletal figure with red eyes and a spiked mace stands in a graveyard under a full moon, then transforms into a rock musician skeleton playing a guitar on a stage with speakers, and finally becomes a grim reaper figure with a scythe amidst swirling smoke, with text appearing sequentially to form the phrase "AND I WOULDN'T SCREAM ATOP OF EVERY ROOF IN THE CITY OF MY HEART".
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