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He is the museum, everyone dreams to see. He is the music, which was never released. He is the word, every poet craves to choose. He is the museum, music and my muse.
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
My Muse
He is the museum, everyone dreams to see. He is the music, which was never released. He is the word, every poet craves to choose. He is the museum, music and my muse.
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
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