Tonight my muse is sad
Restless and despondent
She won't smile, won't rile, won't cry
Tonight my muse is sad
Love or despair are beneath her regard
To Human misery she is indifferent
Tonight my muse is sad
Happiness does not hit her radar
Mankind leaves her unmoved
Tonight my muse is sad
The clouds hide the moon
Her mood is grey.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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