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By the power in these stones, I call thee forth.
By the nine I invoke your mind.
Within thy bones, I seek the sense
to bring forth the power to find…………
An attendant Muse who daily feeds my craft,
known to men of old, by Plato, Socrates and Aristotle.
She draws the words but carefully into every draft.
Always there, but genie-chained, in Enchanted Bottle.
To bring about a marriage, perfection; of word and metre and rhyme,
with each and every word to raft
throughout the endless realm of time.
By the power in these stones, I call thee forth.
By the muses, nine, I invoke your mind.
Within thy bones, I seek the sense
to bring forth the power to find…………
The magic within my bottle.
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