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Beethoven Or Antoinette From Heaven

the music wind every breath of note Beethoven Heaven Some melodies to hold Imagine the Composer Making his songs like Wine Stir it up on the wash board with sugar The Sweetest ingredient is tasted by the lips Those Melodic lips that open up to rapture Sounds by the Man too few that one might capture Breezes of the Air come to shout the Piece throughout Mortal Air Who knows? He or she might be one of us (either in pigtails or wearing wire-trimmed glasses) I would like to think that it might be THE MUSIC MAKER from THEM,themselves

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