"Release your Tenth Symphony
That's all I ask of thee
And I will give this child to you
A fair trade you would agree?
A mere trickling of notes
Who cares about a single song
To not trade it for this innocent child
Would certainly be... wrong"
Beethoven turned away from the window
And gave the Devil a final "No!"
But the child was still inside his mind
And he could not let her go
And the more he denied her hold on him
The more that hold did grow