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In this bookcase full of stories

 You find some of them are true

Tales of love and glory

 Many lives of daring-do

 There is mystery and adventure

 They lie waiting there for you

 So step inside and find the other you

 Take the high road tomorrow

 But the low road today

Reading other's sorrow

 Might just be the only way

 The father hears confession

 While the mother's feeling blue

 These characters do what you want them to

 In these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

 And through the age-s words are born

Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn

 There's glamour and dementia

 A message from the tomb

Staircase to the heavens

 And secrets in the room

 When you are riding on that dark horse

 To the one that got away

 There's no regrets and no dues left to pay

 'Cause in these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

 And through the age-s words are born

Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn

Drifting down the river of the make believe

We laugh and grieve

Hoping for an ending of our own design

Where all is fine

 In these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

 And through the age-s words are born

Speaking to the senses lifting the forlorn

 In these pages we consume

Lives in many colors lovers in full bloom

 And through the age-s words are born... (fade)