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“In 1868, at the age of 28, Tchaikovsky met the Belgian soprano Désirée Artôt, then on a tour of Russia. They became infatuated, and were engaged to be married. He dedicated his Romance in F minor for piano, Op. 5, to her.

However, on September 15, 1869, without any communication with Tchaikovsky, Artôt married a member of her company, the Spanish baritone Mariano Padilla y Ramos.

The general view has been that Tchaikovsky got over the affair fairly quickly. It has, however, been postulated that he coded her name into the Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat minor and the tone-poem Fatum.

They met on a handful of later occasions, and in October 1888 he wrote Six French Songs, Op. 65, for her, in response to her request for a single song.

Tchaikovsky later claimed she was the only woman he ever loved.”

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Black cats creep across my path
Until I’m almost mad
I must have ‘roused the devil’s wrath
’cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains
I guess I’ll go through life just catchin’ colds and missin’ trains

Everything happens to me

I never miss a thing
I’ve had the measels and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
Guess I’m just a fool who never looks before he jumps

Everything happens to me

At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me
That love would turn the trick to end despair
But know I just can’t fool this head that thinks for me
I’ve mortgaged all my castles in the air
I’ve telegraphed and phoned
I send an ‘airmail special’ too
Your answer was ‘goodbye’
And there was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you

Everything happens to me

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“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender.”

A device. A device.

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