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The rounded swirls of silver
Enthrall the purple moor
Just behind the doors of wood
Behind the glinting door
Laying with life on the colossal stand
Beckoning for the fingers of my hand
The echoes bounce back off the wall
Beneath my feet's stall
Up close the calling is louder
The wind becomes roudier
Flipping pages of mystery
Enticing its history
My excitement came and my head shook
Before my eyes laid the holy book





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