An instrument of music is the same as death,
End up this way please, the music is certain to be.
The death of a person accuses one of the crime
Too far away, and so near to your soul.
The musical ability that doctors care for in their garden,
Is like the birds of heavenly splendour, the splendour.
The orchestra is alive for far too long a life,
Certain competing foes accuse the rich to be disobedient.
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