Muse - My divine specter
Who was that? The one who dove; into the dome
Where my thoughts and sensations wander
I hear a tender voice amongst the lingering memoirs - a woman's voice
Her articulation seemed so intact like a chord
Giving the same bliss of a specter's voice
She talks in melody and her words flow
Throughout my body and the blood is enflamed with her words
The hands and fingers that had been ceased to work
Began composing with the voice of my divine specter.
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