My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what
fiddle-strings and harps, drums and tamboura I...
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle-strings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
Very cool!
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