

The Lone MuseThe Lone Muse For many a sunrise have I sung my sad song, Wooing mist and wood and bird, The days of glory have come to pass, And nothing shall be the same. My quaking heart sobs at the spurned serenade Of a versifier abandoned by me, The great gilded age has set at last, And nothing shall be the same. TheThe Lone Muse
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~Jozi~
~Nice eh? Cowboy!~
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getting a cold is quick this time, but fish, fish may take a while
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The death would cost that what to live
And the love would cost that what to wait
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I see you like my photomanips
-VG
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