When he was a roving teenager,
Racketing from town to town, Mozart
Learned sign language. He wrote Nannerl,
His sister, that, bored in Milan,
He was eating peaches and melons
And amusing himself by signing.
In some other world his old age
Brought forth what many deemed
His finest work: an opera
Made from gesture and silence
Racketing from town to town, Mozart
Learned sign language. He wrote Nannerl,
His sister, that, bored in Milan,
He was eating peaches and melons
And amusing himself by signing.
In some other world his old age
Brought forth what many deemed
His finest work: an opera
Made from gesture and silence
And the memory of Italian peaches.
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