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That causes me such pain
That my book ends slowly
Locking up my new friends
Between the pages kindly
They were born in the line
They loved and hated each other
Maybe for the hundredth time
Under the eyes of readers
What will become of them?
Stuck in the book on the shelf
Resting among others
For the next hundred years
Will they just sleep again?
The time it needs for someone
To find this book on the shelf
And exhume these sleepy bones
Free from pasted pages
Like it was the first time
My old immortal friends
Welcome in my bloody heart
How many dusty shelves?
So many stories to tell
So many people to find
Among these old archives
How many dusty shelves?
How many stories to tell?
So many people to find
Among these old archives