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Haunted Scripts Part II
Minerva attend to me now
My muse has gone
And all the stones of the earth could cry out
And I wouldn't hear a sound
They made Marilyn Monroe
Out like a hero
Hemingway romantic
His end all the more worth it
The paint in our blood
The words in our brains
The pounding of our hearts
Orpheus with tears untamed
His failure and weeping
Earned him final rest
In the arms of his lover
Just another test?
Minerva attend to me now
My muse has gone
And all the stones of the earth could cry out
And I wouldn't hear a sound
James Dean was a hero
When he died so fast
Three made father son and holy ghost
In just one plane crash
The pounding of our hearts
The words in our brains
The paint in our blood
Picasso renamed once again
And Edie can she be blamed
Veritable hell of a life she lived
So close to the fame she so craved
I am sure would have killed her just the same
Minerva attend to me now
My muse has gone
And all the stones of the earth could cry out
And I wouldn't hear a sound
