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In this bookcase of stories
You find some of are true
of love and glory
Many lives of do

There is and adventure
They lie there for you
So step
And find the you

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

The father hears
While the feeling blue
These do
What you want to

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

There's glamor and
A from the tomb
to the heavens
And in the room

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

in these pages we consume
Lives in many colors, lovers in bloom
And through the ages are born
to the senses, lifting the forlorn

Drifting down the river of the make
We laugh and
Hoping for an ending of our own
all is fine

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

In pages we consume
Lives in many colors, lovers in full
And through the words are born