My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith
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My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

— Stevie Smith
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