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wrestling with myself since i need to stop writing this is my nineth symphony deaf Beethoven conducting but i love Berlioz if those who know added an extra movement to his loved work it's not nor is there profit just the promise of a kind word but back to my symphony musical poetry being sylabacally with or without the beat doesn't matter as long as i keep time with the deaf conductor my eyes on his eyes but his ears are far from here in his head but i'm in my head so instead i only take cadance and escape from his baton telling me now is the time but i'm timpani part melody i can play notes as written as wrote don't bore us with the choir

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