Staff
In my
art or sullen art Exercised
in the still night When
only the moon rages And
the lovers lie abed With
all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not
for ambition or bread Or the
strut and trade of charms On the
ivory stages But
for the common wages Of
their most secret heart... from
"In My Craft or Sullen Art" Dylan
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