Die Forelle. . .With Apologies
When we focus on the creative muse,
The stuff of others
Becomes a distant rumble--
A passing storm,
A babbling brook,
The trout that leaps from Schubert's song.
Song brook storm rumble others muse.
Schubert's babbling passing distant
of creative.
From A A a stuff my.
Leaps brook storm becomes the on.
That babbling passing rumble others focus.
Trout A A distant of I.
The brook storm a stuff when.
Well, some like it hot.
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