There was a time when I was all alone
And prayed for someone beautiful and fair.
A goddess heard me from her lofty throne
And saved me from the depths of my despair.
She raised me up with words, so strong and true
And asked only that I should worship her.
There was nothing for her I would not do;
My love for her was absolute and pure.
But soon I strove to make of her my mistress
And bend her to my dominating will.
Some demon must have possessed me to do this,
Influencing me with his evil skill.
Alas, I have no lines to write today,
For my sweet Muse has left, she's gone away.
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