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Quote by Frederic Chopin

“Hats off, gentlemen - a genius! If the mighty autocrat of the north knew what a dangerous enemy threatened him in Chopin's works in the simple tunes of his mazurkas, he would forbid this music. Chopin's works are canons buried in flowers.”

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Frederic Chopin

Frederic Chopin was a Polish composer and pianist, renowned for his unique piano compositions and virtuoso playing. His music deeply reflects his emotional world and has had a profound impact on piano music in the following era. more

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