The baroque concerto is as beautiful as my beloved. When the notes are played rapidly, it is like her, talking without any pauses. When the rhythm slows, she draws out a long conversation with her eyes opened wide as if she is trying to say something serious. When the third movement segues into a fast tempo, she dances in unison. Oh! My beloved is as beautiful as the baroque concerto!

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