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My need to know
Muses without meaning oft wake me in the night, but hands still in their sleep know not the way to write. Faceless mental pictures like I have never seen, leave me much in wonder just what it is they mean. - Have they come to punish the one so dull as I ? Must I live not knowing the answer to the why ? - Muses without meaning oft wake me in the night, but hands still in their sleep know not the way to write. Faceless mental pictures can't seem to satisfy, the need I have to know the answer to the why. - Do they come to punish the one so dull as I ? Must I die not knowing the answer to the why ?
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