Years Turn the Pages; the Book Remains
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|Years turn the pages; the book remains.|
No one can see the life it contains.
The story is over; it sits on a shelf
Outside of time, complete in itself.
Ah! Could we know! But never we will.
Now it is sealed, silent and still.
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