Be my inspiration,
Conviction that the world is changing,
Beautiful either, because how do I get them?

Revoke the wrong time,
Give the glow of my imagination,
My thoughts or, as a tender rhyme.

Improvisation color rule,
Filming my dreams either.
Stay where you play as the fate of this prize,
Or a letter to the defendant here.
I blonde or a small,
My great muse.

I play, sing, create, the
And you, my comely Poor thing,
When I sit down,
Or my inspiration.

I am a guy
What the saxophone blows,
That is my job nienajlżejszą, no.
I have trouble in the minor and major.
I need clouds and feathers,
To bore me swing wings,
By phrase I do not brzydła.

So be my muse,
Get me a small blonde.
In the scorching heat or the rain,
What do you have, you know!
What do you do, you know.
Cook, cook, wash, wash,
A hug sometimes,
Artists such muses,
The need and now.

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