O suffering muse,
Let me be your light.
Where your heart is dark,
Let me end your night.
I owe you such gratitude,
For this I know is true.
The weaving of my words
Is a gift inspired by you.
So I humbly give to you
These words in return,
In hopes of kindling a
Warming light to forever burn.
Let me be your light.
Where your heart is dark,
Let me end your night.
I owe you such gratitude,
For this I know is true.
The weaving of my words
Is a gift inspired by you.
So I humbly give to you
These words in return,
In hopes of kindling a
Warming light to forever burn.
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