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Signed, "Ludwig van Beethoven."
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A letter is enclosed.
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- This is...
- Come on, now.
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Don't keep me in suspense.
Who is it?
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- Nobody.
- Oh, not so.
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The letter bears no name.
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"To my immortal beloved."
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"My angel, my all,
my other self."
:07:33
The maestro was nursing
a secret passion.
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I never heard such words trom his lips.
Who could this be?
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The only love he held
was tor himselt.
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I suffered his insults, his temper.
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I suttered in silence when he spat
the tood I made back in my face.
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That money is ours!
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It is not.
:07:55
It doesn't matter anymore.
He is gone.
:08:00
We have his music.
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Destroy this letter.
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It would only show
his disordered life to the world.
:08:11
It's his dying wish.
We owe him at least that.
:08:15
You have no authority in this matter.
:08:17
I have his authority.
:08:21
Still the faithful dog, eh?
:08:23
He was my friend.
:08:25
What triend would be so cruel?
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What brother so uncaring?
:08:30
You know nothing ot my brother!
:08:52
Take me to Karlsbad.