WHAT MOVES THE MUSE

¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sweet content, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ moves the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ Muse ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ when ¦¦¦¦¦ truth come whole and pure
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'T is ¦¦¦ the calm ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
That sees ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the problem true;
They ¦¦¦¦ know, on whom 't has prest
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
These ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ happy souls ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ only study the disease,
Alas, who live not to detect.


(Blackout of In the Depths by Arthur Hugh Clough)