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Significance the music in my mind
subtleties of harmony and rhythm rapture evanescent in the theater, the composition must be simplified if in deed we must grasp it honestly from music pure aesthetic emotion. Songs of a bird or children laughing no need to be ashamed in thought humanity disregarding the reason, too ashamed to enjoy themselves inferior thoughts of drunkenness dancing trance music to madness, as such times my emotions weep Beethoven lying deaf on the floor thumping a new score in his mind, The pen lying broken in his hand confused circumstance my hero saved me from my fear of failure, described for better or for worse pity aroused within a spectacle the very structure of incidents, works of art in esoteric objects hanging on walls with cobwebs misleading words right or wrong. Behold the old music in my mind folk legends with a fairytale song humming them in humble homes, on the other hand the noblemen spending their lives with idleness demanding the amusement music, perhaps we will cheer for payment if this is the correct work of yours the dead are never finally buried. Reflections of our life never ending singing hymns with heavenly harps new rhythm sounds in holy theaters.
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