The maestro’s music dances on the page,
His white haired glory blinds my weeping eyes.
Each gesture calls for thunderous applause.
Each wanded wave extends across the stage.
Broad majestic strokes join age to age.
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The maestro’s music dances on the page,
His white haired glory blinds my weeping eyes.
Each gesture calls for thunderous applause.
Each wanded wave extends across the stage.
Broad majestic strokes join age to age.
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