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.:Creep Thy Heart To Keep Thee Close:.
By now, there was no way that she couldn’t know-it
She was his Muse; his notion of a Poet
From the Sound Stage
He was now offering what might sound strange
Asking her outright “Could she spare some change?”
He promised this New Collection wouldn’t be a distraction
Adding…what she always gave was pure satisfaction
Saying to her, “Come on now.. this time? What should we expect?”
Incessantly pleading, “We mean NO disrespect”
And as always…she rendered him a specialized effect
She being The Classic to his Ultra-High Tech
Him now saying he couldn’t explain how he mistily got this way
While pervasive was this Muse…her Intricate Wordplay
She told him this feeling wasn’t small or less than a miracle
Yet from the start, crept his heart just being lyrical
Having him twist, then turn, then collapse into a rhyme
Her being Old School;
This Cool Jewel, again she gave him time
She told him, “I’m your Marionette on Delicate Strings…Boy you got me tricked out wanting to write you things…And
I do know without doubt what you say is true. If you never wrote another word I’d still ink one for you”
So we conclude that’s what one does when they love someone to death
They’ll speak of change… write what’s strange… all in one deep breath
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