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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave There's such an intimate kind of beauty in the act of listening to music being created right in front of your eyes, watching the notes fly off the performers' fingertips, the night enveloping you like a blanket.  - Quote by M.C. Frank

There’s such an intimate kind of beauty in the act of listening to music being created right in front of your eyes, watching the notes fly off the performers’ fingertips, the night enveloping you like a blanket. 

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