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The Muse | ||
| When you're summoned by the muse, It's a call you can't refuse. It's no use if you resist! You must write when you've been kissed. Let the moonbeams and each star Touch your spirit where you are So you put the notions down With no pause for worried frown. You don't have to really think! Or from deeper wells to drink. Even though you think it poor Any verse may well endure. | ||
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