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the twelve sons of an old masteraccording to his own plans hadfleeted from him to go afterthe wonders of exotic landsbut the master had a houseand in the house there was a daughterand the girl had a pretty mouthand a household just to dote hershe wouldn't go for the moneyand when she turned fourteenshe didn't ask for a ponybut wanted to play the violinshe figured a fiddle wasn't too loudand the range of the instrument would suit her, oh,how the master was proudand he would promptly hire a tutorand indeed it didn't take longto pick a name on the classified listnot only samuel knew many songsbut he was renowned as an artistand then the master said perfectSongtexteand with a motion of handhe sent someone down to the ghettoto get hold of this talented manfrom then on samuel would be allowedwithin the home of the master who warned him:it is one thing to please a crowdbut it is another to teach a youngsterand samuel said welli am reluctant to the testbut it seems I"m not given much choice herei will do wahtever you askbut first here is something you should hear:you know to seek of harmony is a questfrom which a girl easily partsthe notes reside inside of her chestand the chords all lay in her heartand then the master was like:well, my only daughter has more heart than together all of my sonsyou will be her instructorand you will teach her lessonsand the masters daughters meditation cellwas located right above themand as she overheart samuelshe already knew shed love himthe first class was going to be arrangedfor the next day at 12:30and he gave a girl of young ageall morning to make herself prettywhen what she needed actuallywas really just to smile a littleshe did, and naturally,she charmed the heart of samuelas he proceeded to showhow she should close her little fistto hold and maneuver the bowthey kissedhe had crushes before herbut not like this one he could feeland though he was her tutorand she was his pupil, well,he would learn from herday after daymore than he could everteach her to playshe was far too youngand he was just a poor jew buttheir desire was strongand there was nothing they could dothe master couldnt tell that the wonderful sounds he gushed towere not only taught my samuelbut they came from an impassioned flesh to himselfafter each and every lessonhe told samuel his joylike a father to his sonlike a father trusts his boyand the music was as he expectedas one from a heavenly visionthat his baby was playing nakedon the lap of her companionand she said father i am still your childbut i see how mad you could beplease let me be samuels brideas he means everything to methe master said well,you two cannot be wedi cannot agree to this unionhe is poor and he wont share your bedas he has no religionshe grabbed the nearest piece of clothingand took the master by surpriseand started playing her violinnow decent to her fathers eyesthe music she came up with was the nicest song of allwrapped in her lover's tallit as if it were a prayer shawland the master said, wellmy princess i can tellfrom the beauty of this sound herethat with your instructor samuela true love is found hereyou two look good togetherto take your heart would be a pity, seei am not an abusive fatherand i worship beautyin all things of man and naturein all colors green or redin the past or in the futurein the living and the deadand from now on and forevermay you be god's cattle and god's shieldmay you two remain togetherwith my blessing as a shieldwith my blessing as a shield Aus Songtexte Mania