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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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If You Only Knew
Ah, my fickle muse Where are you here and now? When I need to write these words That are inside of me down? Oh, you fleeting muse How you taunt me so well To give me a few days of pleasure Then send me into hell. You silly muse of mine Where can you be I have searched far and wide Will you come home to me?
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