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-[Verse 1]  
-Each careful note let Bach anoint,  
-A world tuned tight with sacred laws.  
-Voices spun in counterpoint,  
-Where every note obeys a cause.  
-The harpsichord sang in silver tones,  
-A lattice built from holy bones.  
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-[Verse 2]  
-Prodigy afire in powdered curls,  
-Wolfie plays with laughter in a gilded hall.  
-Grace in balance, dance and twirl,  
-Let logic dance and never fall.  
-The forte-piano, light and clear,  
-A softer voice, yet drawing near.  
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-[Chorus]  
-Ludwig Van stood with arms held high,  
-But could not hear the sky reply.  
-Vienna roared, but he heard none...  
-The birth of joy, the death of one.  
-On May the Seventh, Eighteen-Twenty-Four,  
-He cracked the gate, and changed the score.  
-Too much, too soon; too fierce to frame.  
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-[Verse 3  
-Beethoven's storms tore new forms of tone.  
-A titan unchained the bonds of fate.  
-Thunder in the rhythm’s bones,  
-He built a world too vast to sate.  
-The piano groaned and shook the floor,  
-Hammers breaking heaven’s door.  
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-[Verse 4]  
-Iron frame strong strings of steel,  
-Twelve Tone Equal Temperament.  
-From velvet rooms to foundry bells,  
-The piano's strength became immense.  
-The sacred softened into steam,  
-A scream beneath the engine's dream.  
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-[Bridge]  
-What breaks when progress breaks the form?  
-What stirs in silence after storm?  
-Each age rejects what came before;  
-Then steals its bones and calls it lore.  
-Bach  
-Mozart  
-Beethoven  
-Ghosts: each stranger in their time.  
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-O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!  
-Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen,  
-und freudenvollere.  
-Freude!  
-Freude!  
-Freude, schöner Götterfunken  
-Tochter aus Elysium,  
-Wir betreten feuertrunken,  
-Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!  
-Deine Zauber binden wieder  
-Was die Mode streng geteilt;  
-Alle Menschen werden Brüder,  
-Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!  
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