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Terzanelle Nr.05 — The Job
This is the job of writers and saints
turn up at the desk obeying the call
and do so alone, without complaint
sit in a manner of wonder, that’s all
open your mind with a curious wait
turn up at the desk obeying the call
an angel is guarding your muse at the gate
so none of your foes will suffer to strike -
open your mind to a curious wait
with freedom to be … just do what you like
filling your heart with a permanent smile
so none of your foes will suffer to strike
expressing yourself without any guile
turn up at the desk with a pen in your hand
filling your heart with a permanent smile
this is the way, the only demand
this is the job of writers and saints
turn up at the desk with a pen in your hand
and do so alone, without complaint.
turn up at the desk obeying the call
and do so alone, without complaint
sit in a manner of wonder, that’s all
open your mind with a curious wait
turn up at the desk obeying the call
an angel is guarding your muse at the gate
so none of your foes will suffer to strike -
open your mind to a curious wait
with freedom to be … just do what you like
filling your heart with a permanent smile
so none of your foes will suffer to strike
expressing yourself without any guile
turn up at the desk with a pen in your hand
filling your heart with a permanent smile
this is the way, the only demand
this is the job of writers and saints
turn up at the desk with a pen in your hand
and do so alone, without complaint.
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