Euterpe's Bile
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I don't mean to scare you.
This is just how I feel.
Slight words just won't do,
My love for you, it's so unreal.

If note from bended bowstring
Calls every rock and tree,
Then let us invoke the
Dainty arts of Euterpe.


But will song suffice then?
A scream seems best to me.
I'm sure you'll understand;
We all know well our Euterpe.

She sings the songs of thousands!
She flouts with carefree flute!
Her audience admires;
Her toes foot steps so resolute!

I'll spit the bile of millions!
I'll smash at my guitar!
My fingers fascinate;
They'll play at you though we be far.

A beat begins to drive us   
Through grace of Euterpe
Should I a note misplace
I know you won't walk out on me.

 
Come to understand this you'll see we are one and you will know me

Listen freely
Listen easy
Listen sweetly
Listen to me