I had lost the inspiration
For what was my passion,
They said; smoke a joint
I still didn't get the point
Said a prayer
But still didn't get there
At the Sunday salon
Where I lay forlorn
Sat with the noveau poets
Couldn't add a word to the sonnet
Then you came along
And I wrote a song
My muse was back
And only you I could thank
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