A Muse
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In the night, black thoughts, alone
I sit by the bed and dream
I drink in memories
Some make me smile
Some make me scream
And the music comes out
And I feel so many things
Searching for the word
And solitude calls me from afar
For a boy and his thoughts are never truly alone
In blackness
By the light of this black lamp
I lie on the bed and scram
I'm drowning in memories
Some make me smile
Some make me dream
And the music comes out
And I feel so many things
Searching for the word
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