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Am I the muse, unto which you see?

Haste come the fire, let be tragedy.

The tears resonate, but they drown in the sea, 

Filled with the emotions that surround your grief.

Selfless in every indication, don't look back to me.

Am I the muse?

The sound of my desire

Hell is here without you

Every fickle fire

My natural affinity, let it be.

Forever is in an instant,

Just don't look back for me.