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darling muse,
you provide the stage upon which their egoes prance
smiling with subserviant pride
and thinking that the praises they sing
are owed to you.

darling muse,
you stand at a great height above our mortal heads
don't get vertigo now, my dear
it may be dizzying when they reach to you
it's a mighty dangerous drug.

darling muse,
perhaps the words i spill have a bitter taste
i admit i wear a wreath
of jealous whispers and stabbing glances -
maybe i just envy you.

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