Dear Antonio,
No, wait...
My Immortal Beloved,
Ah, crap. That's been taken by
that other composer dude. Here:
My Dead Red Priest,
How you tease and taunt me from beyond the grave as your bow joyously rubs my heart strings! Your decadent arpeggios dance around my aural sweet spot. And the unbearable longing in your bleak strokes and trembling minor
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