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I love the muse that one day came to be. Although sometimes I feel her start to stray, a gift from heaven she has been for me. As a youngster, never did I foresee the day when she sprightly came out to play. I love the muse that one day came to be. My muse can make a fragrant cup of tea in honey - blooming like a rose bouquet. A gift from heaven she has been for me. Sometimes when I let her run especially free, I’m amazed by the things she can convey. I love the muse that one day came to be. I love her going on a writing spree, for she brightens my world when times are gray. A gift from heaven she has been for me. How strange it is at times to think that she lives within my mind. It blows me away! I love the muse that one day came to be. A gift from heaven she has been for me.
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