One Hell of a Muse
Let us play among the sand
roll around nude in stars
whisper to me my muse
as solar spires send night away
the word said but seldom meant
we can free each other from phantom cages
hands entwined
flesh as one
fly with me -- Oh, muse
let us soar above the sun
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