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| When I take my pen in hand, Searching for a guiding light, I am led to understand Every word that I should write. I know not whence comes the dream That can always me inspire. Words flow on in endless stream From a muse that will not tire. Sometimes thoughts are not profound Yet I write them just the same. Who knows where the truth is found! I will treat it as a game. | ||
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