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In Service To The Muse
She sharpens knives in the heat of desire,
She steps unmolested through raging fire,
The heavens open and I let thoughts drift,
Until I am sodden, soaked to the skin,
Fervently yoked in service to the muse.
She shattered me, destroyed the life I led,
Enticed me to the sweetness of her bed,
The moon glowers from her heavenly face,
I yearn for nothing, except her embrace,
Fervently yoked in service to the muse.
She comes unbidden, though never unsought,

She often comes sweetly when I have not,
She is untarnished by the strife of man,
And I remain, hopeful dreamer that I am,
Fervently yoked in service to the muse.

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Gotta admit no sure about the arrangement. Drums are too regular. Bass nice but should power the song. And the overlaid guitar I'm not feeling. There's a bugged out mix tune (felix who else?) When the singer says let me feel it. Be honest with your entourage man. If ur not feeling it, it ain't u.

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