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It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was shining through the gauze on the clean windowsill. Dew rolled down the green leaves like a beauty's tears.

It was a large European style bed.

Liszt was lying in the middle of the bed, a handsome face under a tangle of short hair. His eyebrows were sharp and deep, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes cast a shadow over his delicate skin