Her Song, For Which I Live

March 7, 2008
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The gentile muse did sing her song,
and oh the men did listen long.
All day she could deceive,
with only dreams, would she leave.

Return to which place you came!
Our love is not what you will claim--
our dreams, our lust you may reel,
but no pact will we seal.

Come back! Come Back! I beckon you,
I love, feel only for her: I do!
Her song, is for which I live,
and I hope that you will forgive;
my life is all had to give.
All I had...





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