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Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me ?
I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones
Take me to the Lakes,
where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
but not without my muse (= inspiration)
What should be over burrowed under my skin（忘れられない）
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I’ve come to too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth（私の言葉の価値を教えて）
Take me to the Lakes,
where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
but not without my muse
I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
cause I haven’t moved in years
and I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
with not one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
with my calamitous love a
and insurmountable grief
Take me to the Lakes,
where all the poets went to die
I don’t belong
and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I’m setting off
but not without my muse
No, not without you
the lakes by Tylor Swift – folklore
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