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I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.

-Franz Liszt

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I Find Little In

Franz Liszt

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I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.

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