burn me with fire, muse
for I have failed to set aflame creative passion
dull dreams filled only with crippling fear haunt me at night
I might as well be dead
decaying in my bed
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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