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  <title>essayez de deviner</title>
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  <description>the main problem with this site is that i can&apos;t post beethoven&apos;s symphonies, or stravinsky&apos;s firebird suite, or dvorak&apos;s american quartet, or glinka&apos;s russlan and ludmilla, or (most importantly) brahms&apos;s academic festival overture. this is a disturbing realization: by posting only lyrics i am robbing the music of its charm, its soul. as a result i shall have to kill this site after all. it completely doesn&apos;t work as i wanted it to...i have it all in my memory anyway, and i have the music and emotions to go with it. i know those of you who read this generally don&apos;t have the melodies and intricacies, which is a depressing thought...i&apos;m allowing you to deprive yourselves of the full effect of this art form that consumes me, in actuality defeating the purpose i was originally hoping to achieve. it&apos;s like putting love letters in email form...we miss out on the handwriting, smell, etc. when it&apos;s all on a screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et avec ceci, je vous laisse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my life this mornin&apos; &lt;br /&gt;lyin&apos; at the bottom of a drawer &lt;br /&gt;all this stuff i&apos;m savin&apos;... &lt;br /&gt;god knows what this junk is for &lt;br /&gt;and whatever i believed in &lt;br /&gt;this is all i have to show &lt;br /&gt;what the hell were all the reasons &lt;br /&gt;for holding on for such dear life? &lt;br /&gt;here&apos;s where i let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mary chapin carpenter</description>
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