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Close, close and closer still,
There’s nothing here without my pill
The absence of the muse’s thrill,
A whispered sigh that fades until
The page lies blank, revealing nil.

Far, far and farther gone,
Conjure the voice for there is none
Can take the place of such a Sun
Despite the deeds all come undone
The wind blows cold, and on anon.

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