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Echoes of the Library

Footsteps tap carefully across the wooden floor
Thousands of books line the walls
Stories are trapped inside, begging to be freed
Dust swirls around the room

Thousands of books line the walls
They have not been loved in years
Dust swirls around the room
This is the abandoned library

They have not been loved in years
A rusty door creaks open
This is the abandoned library
But perhaps someone has come

A rusty door creaks open
A girl peeks into the room
Someone has come
She is amazed at the number of books

A girl peeks into the room
Stories are trapped inside, begging to be freed
She is amazed at the number of books
Footsteps tap carefully across the wooden floor




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