I turn my eyes inward and gaze
At ideas as they crawl on my brain.
Then one's eyes sparkle, catching my heart.
Oh, the sting of Calliope's dart!
To wrap my arms 'round that fair little wight,
I must pick up my pen and write!
At ideas as they crawl on my brain.
Then one's eyes sparkle, catching my heart.
Oh, the sting of Calliope's dart!
To wrap my arms 'round that fair little wight,
I must pick up my pen and write!
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