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| Come, oh muse, inspire my pen So I write a verse with sense. Give me wisdom now and then, With a mind that is not tense. Holy Spirit, You could be Inspiration and to spare. To a very great degree You will show how much You care. Then the words just start to flow. All I do is set them down. They can come where'er I go And erase all need to frown. | ||
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