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Tymphony Mozart, we have scientifically declared your anvil work to be that pinna-cle of measure the most stimulating strike of tympanic symphony our biology's thin skin has ever captured, subduing stirrups hammering hard upon the nerve swaying cochleae to standing-hair ovation and the brain, that seated fire in the soul involuntarily tunes against your unassuming A, flowing like quick lightening- your fingers play like God upon clod Adam making music more than man. |
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