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sing, o muse--
It's been a long time since Melpomene sang.
Still, tonight, as she sits by the fire, you might be able to hear her, singing low under her breath. She's got a cigarette in her mouth and a small bound book in her lap, filled with words in a language you probably don't know.
Botherable (if you're not afraid of nicotine).
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It's been a long time since Melpomene sang.
Still, tonight, as she sits by the fire, you might be able to hear her, singing low under her breath. She's got a cigarette in her mouth and a small bound book in her lap, filled with words in a language you probably don't know.
Botherable (if you're not afraid of nicotine).
[open until it falls off the end of the universe.]