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Szymanowski Symphony No.3 “Song of the Night”.Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
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Originally posted by rathfarnhamgirl View Post
There comes a point when it isn't worth objecting because the tsunami has swept over. But people ideally should check 1) that they are answering the last valid post and 2) once they've posted that they weren't just pipped by another poster - in which case they should delete their own post or mark it - IGNORE.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Ah - I missed the "Char" which is common to Enoch Arden and Charles Ives. Neat!Originally posted by Dave2002 View PostCurious about the logic in 837 - and the bold "ch Ar", but I guess you're not going to explain
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Beautifully put FF!Originally posted by french frank View Post
There comes a point when it isn't worth objecting because the tsunami has swept over. But people ideally should check 1) that they are answering the last valid post and 2) once they've posted that they weren't just pipped by another poster - in which case they should delete their own post or mark it - IGNORE.
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It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Mozart, String Quartet in D Major, K499 (Hoffmeister)Originally posted by Padraig View PostIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Wolfgang Rihm: Dis KonturOriginally posted by gradus View Post"The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard HaitinkComment
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JS Bach, Contrapunctus XIIIOriginally posted by Padraig View PostIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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