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点击复制Its pages turn though hands dont move
A breathless tale that finds its groove
Each word a door each line a flame
A whisper none can quite reclaim
It holds no end no final page
But lives anew in every age
A story written not in haste
But etched in love not time nor waste
Though covers wear and binding tears
It holds the light of silent prayers
Its ink may fade but never soul
The more its read the more its whole
And when we part it stays behind
A truth too wide for one to bind
This book that never wants to close
Is life in poetry and prose