Books

My book is long and rigid with black words
The mysteries and fantasies take me
Where everything is blue with chirping birds
And a door opens with a long bright key

The life in the story fills up my thoughts
Characters adventures are always hard
But in the end they get through the wrought
But until the climactic battle par

The story builds with anguish and suspend
Where everything that goes right could go wrong
And everything wrong goes alright again
Where the beautiful clear white song plays long

The end is near, and hardships are over
It is done, I found my missing cover

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