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When will my muse come? |
| Tonight my muse will come. Like a lovely lily adoring the sun, whispering words and swaying with the wind, like the sweet smell of a cinnamon bun; she'll send delightful feelings within. Like the daydreamers meandering mind, while watching the rivers silent stream flow, thinking of lovers and love's life defined ; her divine wondrous words, I’ve come to know. Tonight my muse has come. |