for this letter to be gold
and this words bricks
shall this be a house
shall this be wealth
the muse is here
the muse is far
shall this me gold
one day from today
shall this light grow bright
and this words be light
the muse was here
I hurted the muse
may the wind blow wild
and the dust fly away
no matter which day
this words will say
my muse is you
the picture I hold
the trace I feel
no matter which smile
will step on my door
will step of your door
endless smiles from
other skies
still my muse is you
deeper than that
rarely I'll travel
and always I'll meet
my muse is you
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