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