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My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

Stevie Smith

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Stevie Smith
Age: 68 †
Born: 1902
Born: September 20
Died: 1971
Died: March 7
Illustrator
Novelist
Performing Artist
Poet
Writer
Hull
England
Florence Margaret Smith
Wishes
Cold
Told
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Word
Wish
Forlorn
Born
Sits
Ever
Muse

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