Who Wrote This?

If I was able, I would tell it all
But my feelings are forlorn
And with thoughts so small
I write until the pen is worn.

And once or twice maybe even thrice
I receive wisdom in that night
Words beyond trite thoughts and mere caprice,
I look down and wonder at what I write.

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