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the lakes

Taylor Swift


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 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

What should be over
Burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I've come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze
Tell me what are my Wordsworth

Take me to the Lakes
Where all 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 no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Take me to the Lakes
Where all 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 withou you

Compositor: Taylor Swift / Jack Antonoff

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