Beethoven
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When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
SIXTH SYMPHONY
Beethoven
is a liar.
He would have
you believe that
he wants you;
but behind your
back, he is
glad to see you go.
Happiness
I'mlost in a melody,grasping at diaphanous notesand a hand that neverlet go
I'mcomposing songsthat people love,but there's somethingthey don't know
