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Muse


I've glimpsed the muse but ever on

Whomever reads the words I've drawn

Can only see the dimmer hues

Of inspirations fete subdued

Reflected in the oft tried guise

And only in what dreams surmise

To catch the softly fleeting knell

Of muses boldly colored spell

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