Mutual greeting, reciprocal feeling.
Let it be airy like you in my dreaming.
There is nothing more airy than Shubert.
Words fill the air by feeling that's pubert.
And by g-minor Bach's fantasy Liszt
Shines through the f-sharp in radiant beams.
Ah! What a bliss is your airy hi!
And poet's answer is bliss much more high!
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