Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
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Gerrit Achterberg
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While he slept beneath the piano
as if no morning would ever call to him,
began softly upon the white and black
of the deadly quiet glistening keys
the quick measures of the song
that in itself was drowned in sleep
that in itself submerged had seen
he who it called
with clear, joyous power.
Hastily and deeply happy Mozart
created his little night music.
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