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Melancholic Chopin

by wistful-wanderer

Such passion flows from fingers that scale the controlled embellishments of Chopin. The melodies swirl in your brain as you try to imagine caressing the ivories with every female voice that Chopin encountered. Expressing profoundly the experience of Chopin's work cannot be described on paper. It must be felt. Only then will you find passion in its raw form.
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