m-u-s-e
Oh helloSeems I'm falling one hundred miles from you
Would you be alright with being my new muse?
Don't worry, I wont think about you when you're not around
I wont chase or pry or pine
I'd just enjoy walking around a bit in your eyes
And some mild devestation by your smile
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