A Musa Oblectata: A Woman A Mused
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Ad Musa
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Φιλοσοφíα
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Essays
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Prose
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Poetry
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Obsessions
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When I Die
When I die it won�t be sudden, no;
I�m gonna go down soft and slow.
The cold seep deeper every day,
My heart get colder, my brain decay,
Till my head all empty and my heart all froze;
Lord, don�t let my death be slow.
Epistula ad Musa