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introducing the series. The title of this biography, the Siegfried Idol, refers to Wagner's only important chamber work, because that's always felt to be largely autobiographical. It relates to those tempestuous years when Wagner really had an extraordinary three cornered relationship. First, with a pianist and conductor, Hans von Buello, his best friend, and also with Cosima von Buello, who was Wagner's mistress. It was a relationship which only terminated when Wagner and Cosima got married and founded their famous family. They were years of great musical importance for Wagner. The years of commissions from the Mad King of Bavaria, Ludwig II. But what resonates to me about it all is Wagner and Cosima and their relationship. Wagner died in 1883, but Cosima lived on for 47 years. And it was really she who built up the herb -by -right legend. She guarded Wagner's reputation so jealous, she was really like some splendid,

passionate dragon. And one begins to think, behind every Wagner, must there be a Cosima? Must there be some splendid woman supporting him during his life and building up his reputation after his death? So now, the Seekfried Eigel, the story of Wagner and Cosima. The joy of memory and secret training clothes, soft as the folded sweetness of a rose. Dynobal sacrifice, thy fearless faith divine, found centrally for this work of mine. It is thou, who loveled calm on me bestows, within the wondrous hero world, in spirit grows, shining with magic beauty like a star, born in some

ancient home of heaven afar. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Bye, happy Christmas, happy birthday to you Shh. Happy Christmas. And how can I get... ...and how can I get... ...happy Christmas? Happy Christmas. Happy Christmas.

Hey, go! Oh! Shh! Shh. Happy

Christmas. Happy Christmas. Go. Go. Go. And leave me. Happy Christmas. And now for both my loved ones, happy songs awake. My soul in music as I love give take. Zechrete, our sun, God's blessing on our love. And all the faithful

hearts instead fast ban. The message of this song will understand. My love is like a new birth. I vow to seal it by death. Or by giving myself holy. To justify the love that has come to fulfilment within me. The

light of this song is for me to heal. To justify the love that has come to fulfilment within me. To justify the love that has come to fulfilment within me. At last, my spirit has come to rest after the torment of the past years. At last, my spirit has come to rest after the torment of the past years. Shown, heard how the glorious sun And highest on his gleam and light Then star its all from me By heart and red in his soul my life My heavy hearted heart was weighed In daylight and as being dimmed All is all in a man God, this is splendor You have surpassed yourself Oh, hands, beloved hands No one understands me as you do Countess, your husband is a great artist Yes, oh, yeah Never, this alone

is greatness I should rather die and try and match it Oh, Tristan Sometimes when I think of it I'm a Paul to the very prospect of ever hearing it performed The fairest and most honoured of all my hopes Heroic, Tristan, heroic as older And yet until they hear it what can people ever know of me But it will be performed soon Love is a wing, triumph and nobling and enriching Who dares to oppose the soul when it rises to its greatest heights In Venice now when I was working on it I chance to hear a gondolaire singing It was a still night Every note striking clear on the ear Like silver, like gold The echoes melting into the moonlight It was like a glimpse of vanilla I wrote possessed until I could no longer hold the punch In Vienna When it is done Vienna Don't talk to me of Vienna

You know what they're demanding now Hmm? Concessions Concessions of all kinds It's all too elaborate, too expensive No money, no resources Who do they think I am? My bear And has lost his voice of the mere thought of singing the role? Can you imagine what he requires That I remove no less than 142 bars of the third act And that I transpose some of the notes a whole octave higher And Corvall now they won't re -written As a base That's impossible How dare they treat you like that They do say that the strain of singing Tristan could kill him now I must have no balls No restrictions These little people are stones for my feet and thorns in my hand Where are they the men of light and soul And you talk to me of Vienna You'll never find them in a theater Still you can count on me

I shall begin the piano transcription tomorrow What do you want now? Forgive me your excellency The master's told me again to stop you making a noise He wishes to sleep But he'll never know talking the morning Get out Impossible And damn Damn the man And as a maniac I work my fingers to the bone and what does he do Complains about the noise Helen damnation, Cosima He may be a high honor for me to live here with a master But by God sometimes he's more blasted trouble than he's worth Tell him

What? Tell him I shall Has he no consideration at all? I'm ill with exhaustion His heat is stifling me And he says he's asleep Then wake him Sometimes I think you exist only for him That's not true But for his genius His genius will smother you Don't think I don't know it As far as his music is concerned I'm I'm helpless I don't understand you

I am what I am If I don't say why don't you understand His creation, his music Besides that all air shrivels to nothing Nothing Nothing Down here Where the gods stand Is this what vote hand sees? Only a part But our souls fly when our eyes cannot see The breadth of your vision overwhelms me But freedom is the only thing that matters Freedom to do as one must to be as one must Only one man have the right to stand here before me Wait over But one is stifled by so many difficulties What are these difficulties? Time Penular The world's penular Is wealth so important?

Only to achieve what one must I shred my giant soul into a thousand parts To write what was written But the world translates this into pieces of gold And grudges me a single silver coin What I need is a German prince with some conception of his duty's thoughts on you, German art But where is this prince? Where will he be found? Without him I shall be lost forever One must bind oneself to the absolutes of these rocks Like prometheus one must endure on menorant torment But the greatest torment of all are that is in serving your destiny It is even harder when one is alone But your wife Does she not understand this? My wife

I have an iron in my soul and its name is Minna No she does not understand Her ridiculous demands are me Her claims are petty jealousies are Can you believe it? I am not even allowed to say that I am unannailable Me? Damn Damn his genius his genius What the counters from Dulo care to write in her carriage Why not? Where?

What are you waiting for? Damn his genius Then she answered

Once I was a maiden of Odin One of those Valkyries sent me someone to Valhalla those who fall in battle Hearing this Seagird knew that she was to be his bitrothed And set upon her finger the magic And set upon her finger the magic ring But in doing this He laid the curse upon his own beloved And set upon her finger the magic ring And set upon her finger the magic ring And set upon her finger the magic ring I have the feeling this is going to be very very bad Mother Mother I am the contest I beg you You better go Where's your beloved house?

Working Working Working Hadn't you better go to him he needs you And you don't You can come back to me later You better try a simple profile You better go I'm 145 pages in five days My fingers are in shreds So is my patience List's daughter And you cannot understand I understand only that you're destroying yourself for him No art is so important I thought you'd know what you're saying His genius is the cross I must bear There is no other like it Your own Mine What am I compared with him Just a pair of hands

Though he makes life impossible I know But what greater honor can there be than serving him I curse him But I would die for his music But your own work In the time we've been here have you so much as looked at it The leader you would have shown here What go through that again Never Out of a scorn he showed the last collection There is nothing else I wish to write Except the suicides symphony He despises you Do you think I don't despise myself too Long to end it all Then we must leave I refuse to prolong this humiliation any further Don't do whatever you're damn well, please I failed to see why your birth must leave like this You've been here for such a short time We must I must There is no light

away from you master The left of you our life is all shadow Forgive us We shall meet again soon You Now come back master

We have missed you so long Dying takes a long time, Colledons And that is even longer Bruno is making a difference together It is the list he is to perform tonight You will be here he knows you are in Berlin No He will be overjoyed He has been ill again Migraine overwork Who is that? The Countess She Master My child Who? My sister God rest her Every other times when I think I'm rehearsing in a blast in cattle market Have you no pity any of you?

Hans Richard Richard To please see me It's as if my soul has returned from a long journey Hans Oh Richard My master Why didn't you come after all Hans the air will do you good? No No I must work Work is all that matters Off you go Enjoy yourself Poor Hans He has not changed

I do not think he has known more than a few hours Good health or contentment in over years I've known him Can you? Will you change? I don't think so Don't more beautiful than ever Life moves us on to other things I hate myself like this It becomes you As a rule Hans does not like me to be seen out in this condition Why is he so ashamed of you? No But you know how he modelled himself on you When you unsaid the pregnancy it disgusted you Not in you You are different You are different You are different You are different

You are different You are different You are different You are different You are different You are different You are different Corn idiot Run Master He is out of his wits Hey master Richard Richard Who was that? It's a gun That damn money lender carefully I didn't see anyone You owe him money

I know I've heard about this before It's a sufferable The greatest composer in the world Unable to walk down and shoot in Europe I even had to abandon Tristan in Vienna because of the damn money lenders Sometimes I think that suicide is better to step away You don't mean that Who is that? It's the new king Ludwig II of Bavaria It looks like a fairy prince They'll break him Who? The Iron Philistines Poor child You cannot find him Your majesty, there are difficulties One of my ancestors rode to heaven on a winged horse Do you think he did not encounter difficulties But he moves so fast And then move faster

He's in hiding from his predators They are customized It is of the utmost importance to us That this long cherished wish of ours should be gratified Find Richard Wagner What is needed is a German prince with some conception of his duties towards a new German art Will this prince be found? In the beginning Was the deed Rest Most glorious friend I won't see anyone Go away I must insist You can insist all you like but I won't see you Have you seen my card? You chased me all over Europe Have you no shame? Go

away Come back again tomorrow if you must My card Cabinet minister to King Ludwig of Bavaria Will I don't know the king any money? He offers you some instead Offers me some Come on, come on Say what you've got to say and then be off with you First this portrait And this ring Gold inside with rubies That's a promising start Then a message The king wishes you to accompany me to Munich tomorrow Then possible by To discuss the terms of the royal patronage Get out The king has decided to appoint himself your patron for life Why this should be, I really cannot say Nevertheless,

there it is My patron The king Oh I have been chosen by God

to serve you All my life I have waited to find you To lift from your shoulders the tribulations you carry You are the rescuer, the Redeemer You see me here as Beechless such a feat It's a sort of miracle All his debts paid Every single one to the last penny An orchestra of his own And a theatre A theatre to be specially built to his own design Where he can mount all his operas in any manner that he specifies My shield My angel My deliverer As thou dost protect me and my need So am I true to thy command Loan graces tough by which I lead my life

And your hand alone has led me to it Great is the magic power of him who craves Yet greater still of him who renounces My king you are indeed my pacifal Together we shall reign such thunderous music that all the universe will stand amazed In your name we shall build a new country a new people a new art History itself will note this day and sing its praises evermore He has to be paid a regular stipend Several times out of the prime minister And if he set up in a way of life that surpasses even his wildest dreams And in return He signed a contract promising to deliver to the king within three years the whole of his saga of the nibble on them But he can't do that he sold it twice already My dreams grow clear and every minute My king my country my art will extoll one another in voices like giant

bells My plans must be drawn on blueprints of world wide and heaven high Yes we will You have been sent by heaven itself through you I live and I become myself You are my country and my jaw And for his work a house on the lake at Stunberg A close to the king's castle where he can come and go in perfect peace To make the music that the king desires It is as you say a sort of miracle My home is guess at it what is the good of this patronage if it only serves

to increase my loneliness I cannot work I cannot even think of work Come dear hands and bring some life into it I beseech you bring your wife and little ones Make my house your summer palace for as long as you like without your company I despair forever of my happiness we simply must have each other And the moment for it is now now Shall we go of course not I have my work here And my one of his pets that he can whistle for me whenever he likes Then I shall write and tell him Nevertheless it is an honor how he demands on me crucify me and I'm with him I'm nothing nothing But when his music calls you must decide Damn it when I have decided I have my recitals here so I cancel them of course not As for you you're going to whatever you want I cannot go without you you're my husband my place is beside you Well I can't go then that is the way it is Oh

no he wants another lap dog go and entertain him take the children I shall join you when I can That is your decision yes yes yes go to him enough for God's sake leave me So be it So So So

So So So

I have been at Stonberg only three days and it seems like an age already Dearest Maria At last my spirit has come down to rest

You're working again You're working again When they shall make a symphony to mark our love What is the meaning of this?

I love him You too What is this ridiculous hallucination he has for you women And what of me how do I fit into this you know the king has asked for me at court Yes and wishes me to be conducted the theater royal Yes it was the master's doing Even that But can't you see what my position will be in Munich for God's sake how could you do this to me I cannot see that my love for the master will affect your life at court You can't see Helen damnation what sort of woman are you You once declared him to be your sole reason for living now I believe it too But you are my wife the mother of my children I venerate his work but your services Simply in being he transcends such earthly things he is our God Words

and morality take on a different meaning in any world where he shines I don't recognize you anymore No I have changed My love for him is like a new birth My home mission in life is now to serve and to protect him And I what will become of me and the children we must both serve him I can't accept that You will because you must No Dear hands bit love at hands now that you arrived my happiness is complete isn't that true my own I said all these for you to number Ah yes we spoke about you daily How are we? Well even yesterday we would have minded something you once said But now what was it Kozuma? Do you remember we were

walking by the lake She's not well I fear for her health Indeed she was all right until you were right In fact I've never seen her so happy Yes perhaps you're right Happiness is the change in her Everything is strange here today out of the ordinary Naturally she must be allowed her freedom In the highest sense of the word She belongs to a special kind

of humanity We must learn to approach with understanding I shall continue to love you both Of course I could never consider a divorce And if a child is born I shall claim it as my own Thank you

Have you seen this? The latest attacks on the king's favorite? Gossip only Oh they despise you and suck you ridicule you They're not important I say you've been answering that for the last 18 months but where will it end? Do you know? They're merely in for me my position with the king Envy or contempt call it what you will It's a weapon they can use against you Nothing is sacred to them anymore even your music What do you mean? Well haven't you heard of the problems I've been having with Tristan here in Munich? The orchestra is lax it'll disciplined fill with discontent Another horn players are threatening to strike against me because they don't like the way I speak to them You can always find musicians Oh no this is more than that The way you and Kossimer behaving has stripped me of all authority Left me a rift of dignity you seem to that Oh poor hunts Oh

I'm not complaining You would always a little man hunts Can it be that you've grown even smaller during the past 18 months What is dignity? When the challenge is that of art My art German art The future of art the world over When I agreed to become the friend of the king Indeed his political advisor he alone knew where my greatest talents lay Have you no idea of the breadth of my vision, the strength of my shoulders Dear God I could carry this whole nation on my back if need be My soul outstrips you all by a thousand years Fine words through a political refugee from Saxony But right of you to middle in our affairs As for your soul it's a whole town by its ears This room alone you are paid 20 times my salary And still you complain of ill treatment My soul is my extravagance The king calls you to account

The king is my mouth Nevertheless his majesty demands that you attend him at once to explain these rumors Gossips! Empty Gossips! I give you my word That is nothing between the comters from Boulot and myself I am glad I was troubled by the disorders of an ignoble liaison Which could have come between us and destroyed our dreams for your music But now I see that I was wrong So I shall set it down in black and white that I stand with you against the Gossips Can I believe to hear your majesty say so? Nevertheless Our difficulties continue We are pressed on all sides for your dismissal from our favours For that reason we must ask you to withdraw yourself from Munich

for a while To allow our enemies to disengage their teeth Let us say Six months Six months Glorious friend It is not too long to inconvenience us No If I leave Munich now to satisfy my enemies I leave forever Forever I have swallowed and now I must keep it Consequently dear Hans I must ask you to represent me in Munich in all things Yes News has just reached me here in France and my wife's death

poor menna We brought each other nothing but pain Nevertheless she is to be envied For she has quitted the struggle without suffering While I am forced to live on At last at the end of the end of the searching I found the haven I seek in Switzerland Quite near Lutsam on the lake and named Treepchen It looks very large and very expensive What does that matter the king insists on paying for it? By the time you return with Hans all will be ready for you No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! Out of the sun gentlemen, out of the sun I beg you I simply cannot work in the sun And gently, gently, gently upset the swallon she'll be out of thoughts for the monks Master, they're here Don't let them go to hell Oh,

no A glorious friend this self injustixxile warnes me What have I done to cause this estrangement? Forgive me if I have misunderstood you. Without you, I am lonely, all alone and desperate. My declaration on your behalf has put an end to the rumors. No longer need you fear that your simplest friendships will be open to slander and calumny. But your continued absence haunts me. How can I survive unless you, my beloved friend, are at my side? I cannot continue to play a role that is loathsome and meaningless without you. My brother is now of age. I shall abdicate. Never. No.

Is not this cross. No, no, no, no. In your letter to our glorious friend you say you will be more used to him when you are no longer king. But how can that be? Not only he but your country need you. Surely it is your sacred duty to continue with the great plans you have prepared with the friend. He is not this cross. Your sovereignty is most lofty dignity. That's good. No, silent. With your name. An address it has from you, Nick. And Hans can post it from there when he returns. Come on, guys.

To be free, to be entirely myself, that's all that matters. I prepared the manuscripts for the counter -take to Munich tomorrow, Master. Thank you, Lester. You will do as you please, of course, but we need you in Munich. I don't see how we can do the Master Singers at all without you to direct it. I'm tempted, believe me. You alone know what you want. Besides it'll be so much easier to have you there than writing letters every day. But no, I must be free to write. Free of all distractions. For two years I was barren. Now I must be allowed to work in peace. Of course. But how I envy the luxury of your isolation while I have to continue with your enemies in Munich. It no luxury being wedded to the absolute's hands. But if you feel that the responsibility of representing me in Munich is too hard for you to bear, I can easily replace you. But it's not that. What's then,

Hans? Where will Cosima be when I return to Munich? Why Hans, where should a wife be but her husband's side? She would stay with me here for a week long. And then return to join you in Munich to reassure the king that all is as he says it is in his declaration. And then, issued to be with me from then on? Not all the time. And on those occasions what shall I tell the king when she's not with me? Telling that she's in France or Italy any story will do, Hans! I trust you understand that this is for your husband's sake, my dear. As you just heard, his position at the Opera House in Munich is very, very difficult. All

nature is alive in you. Cosima, this time it must be our son. It must. Cosima, this time it must. Cosima, this time it must be our son. Cosima, this time it must be our son. Cosima, this time it must be our son. Cosima,

this time it must be our son. Cosima, this time it must be our son. Cosima, this time it must be our son. A black one and a white one. And if the baby doesn't sleep, A black one will come and bite it. Each day increases the awe with which I approach our little Ava. She is the bright sign that I too was born in Arkady. Dear, dear wife. Betrayer, that's what the King says. But why? His Majesty says you've deceived him in the matter of your love for the Countess von Boulot.

A certain person, he says, has told him the truth. God does he think he owned me body and soul. Cosima, there's only one thing to be done. What is that? You must get a divorce of months. We shall marry and legalize our position. That'll stop all these gossip. Well, won't it? I don't know. Of course it will. Have you thought what will happen? Richter is right to hesitate. What if the King should refuse to finance your work any longer? We should be afraid last. But there is the whole question of the divorce. Hansa's refused to give me one. We are both Catholic. There are ways and mean around that. They will take time. And he is being very obstructive about it. I rarely don't see why. You decided to renounce your faith. Why can't he?

She's agreed to become a Protestant to allow us to marry. As a free thinker, I couldn't possibly be asked to acknowledge the heresy of the Reformation, you see. But underneath it all, I think, the Count is most anxious to protect his position at court. Divorce from Hans cannot go unnoticed and it may take years. That is why I say, let it happen when we are ready for it. Meanwhile, I shall write another letter to the King. Then I shall return to Hans for a while and gently brooch the subject of the divorce to him again. That way we can both satisfy the King and prepare for our marriage. Perfect. You are my head and my heart. Whatever would I do without you? Without me, none of this would have happened. When Cupid at our hearts let fly. Death lost his arrow from on high.

Cupid near shorts is straight and true. But all in vain for death, struck two. Ha ha ha ha. ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. Billy. Ha ha ha ha ha. Cupid at our hearts! Billy. Me? Me? What's the whole?

What's the whole? What's the whole? What's the بد? Oh, forster! Forster! Forster! Oh, forster!

Oh, forster! Master... ...a Sung! Master... ...a Sung! are born in some ancient home

of heaven afar. Suddenly, upon my ears, a joyous message came. A son is died. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. Ziegfried shall be his man. I shall demand

satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. But you can't fight a duel with the master. And why not? Well, what if you kill him? I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. I shall demand satisfaction in the manner traditional among gentlemen. It's a letter from

Hans. Be it. I learned the birth of your son from the newspapers like everyone else. The gossip over the hell I've endured. Just think favorit of the king's favorite. My position was intolerable. I have resigned and left Munich. Richard must replace him immediately. We must have somebody in Munich that we can trust. You have achieved a marvelous work of art by managing to endure me for so long. I blame myself for having poisoned your life. I owe you so much for your constant patience, for your friendship, for your sympathy. For your encouragement. And for your comforts. But now I am left bankrupt in body and soul. Oh, my poor Hans. What have I done

to you? You chose me to consecrate your life to another surface genius with your many vain qualities. And my torment, my soul, consolation has been the thought that over there. He's agreeing to the divorce. He's afraid. Seek free.

Wagner. What will you do now that the king has rejected you? I tell you, we shall make our own plans. We've gone to his way. We shall go ours. Who will do your orders? I told you we shall do them ourselves. You can't break your contract with a king. Why not? He has forsaken me. He presented Ryan Gold against my wishes. I'm sorry. We shall present the ring ourselves. But by the night.

It was just about this time of day. The sun was striking sparks off the rooftops of the old town. We only stopped there long enough to change horses, but I can remember it quite clearly. It was if even then, I knew that the place was destined for me. Byrite. The name rolls off the tongue like thunder. Byrite. That is where we should build our own festival theatre. This is the only thing that you'll ever take us away from our Eden by the lake, my beloved. Sometimes I think the

divorce will never come. But it will come. So you yourself said it would take some time. Yeah. It has taken matter more. Oh. Let me write to my father. He's in Rome, close to the Pope. Perhaps he could help to hasten horses. No, no, no. Don't do that. You've got little enough left as it is. Leave me at least my friendship with list. We must do something. Of course you are. I can't endure it any longer. Do you love me? If I hadn't found you, I wouldn't have written another note of music. But do you love me? What have

I done to you? What have I done to you? Kossima! Kossima! Kossima! Kossima! The

divorce! The divorce! Oh! The divorce! The divorce!

The divorce! Take this. I don't let Kossima see it. It's a surprise for her birthday. I'll copy it, find some musicians in town, and rehearse it. For Christmas Day. Yes, yes, yes. Well, she mustn't know anything about it. Quick, quick, wait a minute before she... I was looking for the last act of Ziegfried. I was numbering, is that it? No. No, don't you remember last night working on it here at the table? I'm Kossima, here, I'm sure that you'll find it is on the table, my dear. Look!

Ah! What kind of act do you think you're doing? Well, I couldn't find anyone to take the trumpet part. I'll have to do it myself. Then do it silently! But God's sake! Hurt!

Rita is behaving very oddly these days. Do you suppose he's plotting something? Hunts? Oh, never. He must be in love. Why the trumpet? Ah! This is a mother -by -dem.

Wait a minute. And will you get a Berlin? After Christmas. And will I go with you? Why not, you're my wife? And then by Roy. After Christmas? He's Christmas, it's so important. Of course it is, it's your birthday. Richard, what will happen? The war, the new argument with the king, our debts. After Christmas, beloved. Everything can wait until after Christmas. Oh, Richard! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Christ had born this day, and so is my beloved. For Christ's birthday and for yours, this gift. Is the symphony I promised you in Starndark? The Egyptian ideal with fetus bird song and orange sunrise presented as a symphonic birthday greeting to his cousin from her Richard. 1870. 1870.

1870. 1870. 1870.

1870. 1870. 1870.

1870. 1870. 1870.

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1870. 1870.