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Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.
Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
Country music is three chords and the truth.
Country music is three chords and the truth.
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, read more
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
