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So you'll be an
Austrian nobleman
Commissioning
A symphony in C
Which defies all
Earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning
A symphony in C
With money you squeeze
From the peasents
To your nephew
You can give it as a present
This magnificent
Symphony in C
You'll be commissioning
A symphony in C
Completely filling
The palace concert hall
It's warm and golden like
An oven that's wide open
It has a melody
Both happy and sad
Built on Victorias young triads
You've entered the room
With great caution
Though no one in the hall
Is even watching
They are transfixed
They are forgetting
Just to breathe
They are so taken
By your symphony
In C
You're sitting there
Thinking your thoughts
They are not about
What is but what is not
You are sitting there
Breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life
But mostly death
So you'll be an
Austrian nobleman
Commissioning
A symphony in C
Which defies all
Earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning
A symphony
In C
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