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Goethe, he was an artist. Schiller, Mozart, Beethoven. Writers, musicians, painters all. Even now I hear Chopin's call. The tunes make my heart sing, my soul dance. I'm in a trance when I hear those sweet melodies. Like the sound of your voice, it all makes joy come rushing back to me. Won't you stay, play a little longer? I may not be as gifted as you, but I could be your muse, if you were to choose me to.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
Muse
Goethe, he was an artist. Schiller, Mozart, Beethoven. Writers, musicians, painters all. Even now I hear Chopin's call. The tunes make my heart sing, my soul dance. I'm in a trance when I hear those sweet melodies. Like the sound of your voice, it all makes joy come rushing back to me. Won't you stay, play a little longer? I may not be as gifted as you, but I could be your muse, if you were to choose me to.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
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