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The Muse | ||
| May the muse inspire my finger So it always wants to write! So the dreams will always linger And the vision turns to sight. Energy is always flowing Ready to be tapped at will. There is much I could be knowing If I only would sit still. All along creation's border Lurk the sights that will delight. If I take them all in order I will know what I should write. | ||
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