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"She's too young," they say.
The crowd hushes, a magic silence, They sit, and wait, patient and quiet. The conductor settles, he stands very still, He raises his baton, the orchestra waits.
By the sea I heard crashing of waves And people... I hear them shouting my name. softly... THEN LOUDLY! SHOUTING LOUDLY, "OH MORTAL! HOW DARE YOU FIGHT US! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE US!