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M.I.A. ~ Baby, Come Back!
My Precious Sprite
In the dead of night, she slipped away,
without adieu or communique.
Please tell me she's not gone to stay...
My Muse has taken flight!
The echo of her whispers dear
are heard no more, and this I fear...
she seeks someone more cavalier
and disposed me now with blight!
Without my Muse, I cannot live.
The heart within me cannot give.
My mind and quill an empty sieve...
a terrible, crippling plight.
Return to me, my sweetest Muse!
There is no price I shall refuse...
Without you, I, but sing the blues.
Come back, My Precious Sprite!