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 [bad word] of his time. 
Today, he is more than that. 
He is considered not only the greatest [bad word] who ever lived, he is considered the revolutionary who set 20th century music, on its way... 

On its way....