Credo from the B Minor Mass.
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requires inner voices.
A year produces riches for the wind.
People find their chances in their choices,
Perhaps because they see much better blind.
Yet lovers find their fortune in sweet song,
For music is the harvest of their yearning.
Old years, like words, remain forever young,
Unaltered by the beauty of their burning.
Reason with good reason sets a date,
Touched by love to pause and celebrate,
However grand the symphony, or long.