Immortal Beloved
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- Can you read?
- Yes.

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Here.
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Let me show you.
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You shall be a musician.
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I want to be a soldier.
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A composer?
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No. A soldier.
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Oh.
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I gave my first concert
when I was your age.

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I was terrible.
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Your grandtather thought that he was
going to make a tortune out of me...

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as a child prodigy.
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Like Mozart's old man.
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But I was pigheaded.
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I wouldn't play that tinkly,
pretty stuff that was in vogue then.

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But the keyboards of the day
were not up to it.

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The first time I played at court,
I broke four strings.

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Herr Beethoven!
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The boy is hardly a Mozart,
is he?

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I was 12...
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but Father told them I was nine.

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