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When we two parted
In silence and tears
Half broken-hearted, to sever
Oh dear!!

That’s Byron (I say)
The words are not mine
It sounded so good
I thought it inspired

Now I’m depressed
I need something new
Not something I studied
Way back in school

Let’s try it again
Breathe deep and stay calm
Let your mind work its magic
Imagination, come on

Calling Erato
Oh Muse, are you there?
Help me create now
Sam’s dome in air

That sunniest dome
Those caves made of ice
Move those who read me 
To circle me thrice

And there I go again
Channeling masters
When ingenuity 
Is what I’m after

Perhaps for tonight
I should let my pen rest
There’s always tomorrow
And so, to bed.

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