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Rating: I don't love Mozart. Wolfang Amadeus.
I love this fraction of infinity, sounds vibrate in space and will remain in time as testimony to the human intellect.
I like to have a couple of beers, put the record on, listen to it on my back, and think that, in the end, we are not those little ants lost in the immensity of the universe.
It makes me feel good, what else can I ask from an alleged genius? Perhaps another, colder beer?
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