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The Poet

Come closer, let me ease your mind
I'll set your troubles into rhyme
The gift of verse lives inside me
The muses long to set it free
And when they do you'll hear me say:

Chorus:
Give me your patience and your time
Bring me your fears and call them mine
I'll sing for you
I'll sing for anyone who listens

I see what hides behind your mirrors
All of your sorrow, pain, and fears
These thoughts might drive a man insane
Yet I feel so much more humane
I've felt, I've lived, and now I say:

(Chorus)

Fall 1994