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O Music

Goddess of Music to hear your song I pile my poems high. Here is my speech Goddess of Eloquence, the hour is late. Who remembers old gods and the way to speak to them? I have met no expert cloud walkers. The heavens reach to earth, before we reach to heaven, caressing our eyelids in sleep.

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