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Ein junger Mann fragte Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, wie man eine Symphonie schreiben soll? "Sie sind noch jung", meinte Mozart, "fangen sie jedoch mit Liedern an!". "Aber Sie selber haben ja schon mit zwölf Jahren Symphonien geschrieben!" "gewiss, gewiss", entgegnete Mozart. "Aber ich habe nie gefragt, wie man das anstellen soll".

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