The Muse

01.The Muse

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God's work is planned

I stand here with a man

That talked to me so candidly

More than I choose.

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My lips once roosed

I feel again the blues

Of longing, ever longing, to be confused

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He wrote me a letter

Saying he would love me better

Than my poor sons begetter the rules

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Spoke of love like hunger

He at once was younger.

Younger, ever younger, in my hunger for a muse

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Finest man that I've seen

Ever since my eyes have been

But his honesty did gleam me blind

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Keep those thoughts from sight

Follow me into the night

And you can call on me when you need the light

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You know what I need

Why won't you give it me?

Must I fall down at your feet and plead?

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Don't you be scared of me

I'm nothing but the beast

And I'll call on you when I need to feast