A VERY YOUNG MOZART
And now again it's all happening anew. The lights
have names and the drawstring hangs open. There's
a ball team fading into the woods, just dwindling
and fading away. No one talks, as this young kid
plays his music. The settled mandolin-sound of
all those past years. Let the narrator walk on
and tell of this story.
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Small men walk along the screen.
They are nodding as they talk to each
other - how was it, like this, hold the
candle, blow the torch, listen.
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Someone in a tall bronze hat, we all noticed,
had just parked a car in the driveway. No one
knew what this meant at all. The very young
Mozart played on.
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