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The wide and round eyes of joy, the lens-like eyes of fear.
The trace of festivals and griefs - five wrinkles on the face.
The old conductor waved, and Bach in quiet hall appeared,
And all calmed down, cleared up, and took its proper place.

Yes, everything came into place as soon as Bach appeared...
If not the music and the hope, then why the hell you're born?
What for 's a fling, a bank, a drink, and money, and career,
And first-rate stylish leather boots that won't be ever torn?

(c)