lud van beethoven
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for my brothers carl and (johann) beethoven,
o ye men, reatly do ye me, you do not kno, from childhood my heart and mind entle feeling of good er to accomplish great deeds, but reflect nogravated by senseless physicians, cheated year after year in the hope of improvement, finally compelled to face the prospect of a lasting malady (et all this, o'ho, and yet it hest perfection, a perfection such as feive me ladly mingle misunderstood, for me there can be no recreation in society of my felloe of thought, only just as little as the greatest needs command may i mix er of letting my condition be observed—thus it has been during the last half year ent physician to spare my hearing as much as possible, in this almost meeting my present natural disposition, although i sometimes ran counter to it, yielding to my inclination for society, but , or someone heard the shepherd singing and again i heard nothing, such incidents brought me to the verge of despair, but little more and i e can throuide, i have done so, i hope my determination et better, perhaps not, i am prepared.
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