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Lucy, come home
I've tried the other muses and they're no good
I've left the city, and returned, and did not once think of
This Charming Man, only the handsome country boy-
Or maybe I did
Lucy, I've been drinking
The wine was always for you
I've emptied bottles and cans and looked at photos of you
and I
Lucky, your so far from lonely
I've finally discovered summer in a pile of Ginsberg and Sexton
So far from where I could have been
where I was
Lucy, just come home to me
Perhaps I'm too romantic
I promise it's just diction
I will be void of emotion
thats a lie, however
you could still come home tonight.