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| Rapidly writing I skip o'er the page! Nothing I've written can be seen as sage. I just jot down things that come to my mind, Hoping that one day the key I will find. Who knows the source of my musings each day? Is there a spirit that comes into play? I need not know whence the notions have come. I take them willingly, where'er they're from. I am contented to sit here and write, Thinking that maybe the verse will be bright. Praise God for thoughts that can come to our head, Whether awake or asleep in our bed. | ||
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