Imagine an actor, saying the following...
Imagine me, saying the following:

When Debussy died, on March the 25th 1918 in Paris,
It was being bombarded by the Germans, and it was raining....
It was raining...


And it was raining...
And it's weeping in my heart, like it's raining in the town


It wanes



Weeping in my heart(...) like it's raining...
It wanes
It wanes
It wanes


Eventually Claude Debussy was recognized as one of the best composers of his time.
Today, he is more than that.
He is considered not only the greatest freech composer who ever lived, he is considered the revolutionary who set 20th century music, on its way...

On its way....