Keep Cool
Troubadour sitting and waiting for you
Would do anything you wanted him to
Renaissance man now plucking the strings
Dreaming of all sorts of marvelous things
Some can be put down on paper right here
Others will just stay inside me, my dear
The ones that are there are the ones set afire
Fueled by the passion of ardent desire
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