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Muse
You promised to teach me to fly
Now my wings are broken
I'm lying on rough sand
You promised that I would be your muse
That I would be your poetry
I guess the poetry remained only in the mouth
You promised, I'd be your sun, moon and north star
I'd rather be a woodpecker
In the morning under your eaves
© Tolaret
Now my wings are broken
I'm lying on rough sand
You promised that I would be your muse
That I would be your poetry
I guess the poetry remained only in the mouth
You promised, I'd be your sun, moon and north star
I'd rather be a woodpecker
In the morning under your eaves
© Tolaret
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