Ludwig and Friend were playing a game
“I’ll guess your music, you guess my name”
The challenge was met and, of course, Ludwig won
“My music’s unheard of, your name is just one”
On they both lived, Ludwig and Friend
His name said to none, save a whisper at end
“Come closer, dear Friend,” he called in his way
“Let me whisper your name and bid thee good day”
And so it was that they parted from then
Never to meet, nor to speak again
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We're talking Beethoven yes? I like this poem...but there's a sadness to it...
I'm in English analysing mode, Lol. I'm trying to look beyond the physical lines...
Which reminds me. I have to tell you something about what you said to me a while ago...
<3Helena
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