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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 ages 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 ages 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 ages 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 ages words are born... (fade)