Do your worst, note-disseminating wind
And I'll do my best sorting out
Rapturous whistling from the cold-shrieked
Or the tempestuous shout.
My composer's sheet, layed open to
A leafy vortex of preludes!
Better placed in caves, coniferous;
The symphonic it soon includes!
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