How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?
Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?
How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?
Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?