I would like you to be my muse
But all further attempts are wind.
You adore me and don't abuse,
You have saved me from pain and sin.
You have made me a silent god,
And the torture I've left behind,
All I need is just show and nod
But the words in my head don't cry
They've just stopped to exist at all
And to suffer of grief and joy
I forgot things I'd done were wrong
When you put on the throne your viceroy.
06/03/09
I would like
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