But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
The music I desire must be supple enough to adapt itself to the lyrical effusions of the soul and the fantasy of dreams.
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