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The words come sometimes in the night
Long before the morning light
And chase each other round my head
Cajole me to get out of bed

I write them down in silent rage
As they fall from my mind onto the page
I should be sleeping like a child
But the words in my head they drive me wild

Pictures in my head I see
I write them down so that maybe
They`ll calm the rush of rambling rhymes
That circulate all through my mind

The candle splutters as it dies
As words and verses around me fly
Is it a gift or is it worse
For sometimes it feels like a curse

Eloquence and words so pretty
Organized into pleasing ditties
And so I sit and write my rhymes
As the churchbell in the morning chimes