All that's there is varnish and glue, on a box of wood and strings.
Yet with hairs on a stick, a select few, manipulate these ordinary things.
For composers beyond compare, both impelled by an inner goal:
To pluck sounds from the air, and give voice to the human soul.
Yet with hairs on a stick, a select few, manipulate these ordinary things.
For composers beyond compare, both impelled by an inner goal:
To pluck sounds from the air, and give voice to the human soul.
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