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In this bookcase full of
You find some of them are
Tales of and glory
Many of daring do

is mystery and adventure
They lie there for you
So inside
And find the you

Take the high road
But the low today
other's sorrow
Might be the only way

The father hears
the mother's feeling blue
These do
What you them to

In these pages we
Lives in many colors, in full bloom
And through the words are born
Speaking to the senses, the forlorn

There's and dementia
A message from the
Staircase to the
And secrets in the

When you are riding on the horse
To the one that got
There's no
And no dues to pay

'Cause in pages we consume
Lives in many colors, lovers in bloom
And through the words are born
Speaking to the senses, lifting the

Drifting down the of the make believe
We laugh and
for an ending of our own design
Where all is

In pages we consume
Lives in colors, lovers in full bloom
And through the words are born
Speaking to the senses, the forlorn

In these we consume
in many colors, lovers in full bloom
And through the words are born