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Music is the pleasure that the human soul encoutners from counting without knowing that it is counting.
There is music I have heard / Sharper than the song of bird / Sweeter still while still unheard...
What I really want from music. That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October. That it be individual, frolicsome, tender, a sweet small woman full of beastliness and charm