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Sweet singing note

Drifting from the sky

Tinged sourly

As the cold arises

Freezing the grape fields

And frostbitten hearts

Soft lips

But of only one

Who is but an actor

Nay not even for that

Hides in the wings

Watching man

Bring their vision to life

As the Muse dances

Intelligence far above

Such a goddess would 

Be swayed by no tithe

As the lone drummer

Dances on the empty stage

Once those of talent

Have dearly departed

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 12, 2020 ⏰

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