понеделник, 16 август 2010 г.

Muse

Hey, Muse, where have you been?
Why are you so mystic, unseen?
And sweat like a pie or a dream,
you give me strength as I was a team.

A taste on my lips like a cream,
you're purer than a mountain stream,
with you innovative ideas I beam,
over the lyrics you reign supreme!

For the brush of an artist you are a theme,
for the criminal - the next scheme,
for the prejudiced you are extreme,
but to all your children you give esteem!

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