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Walking towards the library A grandeur box filled with mystery A mixture of smell of old and new (world) You can taste the universe at the palm of your hand I love to be alone in the library With Pirates and dolphins and in lover’s bliss I feel the feeling the story gives (Like) The excitement of horrors, thrillers, and romance gives This excitement (or feeling) I can’t get anywhere Only in stacks full of books lined up everywhere Even when I am not reading anything, Their company gives me a natural pleasure or high I can’t describe but imagine All I know is I am at the company of the Kings
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
The Library
Walking towards the library A grandeur box filled with mystery A mixture of smell of old and new (world) You can taste the universe at the palm of your hand I love to be alone in the library With Pirates and dolphins and in lover’s bliss I feel the feeling the story gives (Like) The excitement of horrors, thrillers, and romance gives This excitement (or feeling) I can’t get anywhere Only in stacks full of books lined up everywhere Even when I am not reading anything, Their company gives me a natural pleasure or high I can’t describe but imagine All I know is I am at the company of the Kings
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
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