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)
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