With the notes played in serene air,
there comes a music one loves to hear.
Yours remorse fades in tranquility
and your sorrows left in vanity.
Though it might be tango or a ballet
rhymed with brief or a crotchet,
The music that reeds an unholy mind
is perhaps the music that succeeds.
So I pay you my utmost gratitude
and also to your creator.
for you shall be my destiny
that shall hover throughout my era.
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