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An uneasy truce that brings us to the temple gates
I’m so confused
Are we holding hands? Is this a date?
You stop to gaze at your reflection in the fountain
I’m not amazed
No, I am used to being counted out
We move onto the Greek and Roman architecture
Again the mood’s up to conjecture
Are you longing? Do you ache like me?
You can’t decide, so many wings and exhibitions
It brings to mind the existentialist position
I suffer too, so many works to be admired
But not with you, a look from you leaves me inspired
You can’t decide, so many wings and exhibitions
It brings to mind the existentialist position
I suffer too, so many works to be admired
But not with you, you kill me
You’re my muse after all this time
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