MAY HER MUSE TREAT HER KINDLY!

“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m settin’ off, but not without my muse”
MAY HER MUSE TREAT HER KINDLY!
“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m settin’ off, but not without my muse”
Come back one day!
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Would love to! 😀
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