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I can hear them whisper
Can you?
Their rough fingers beckon, their paper mouths
sing the words of a lifetime
Thousands upon thousands, the vaults
of many generations, filled to the brim
with all
the knowledge in the world
Ink stained tongues tell a thousand tales, of warriors
and princesses, of magic and tragedy,
of romance
of adventure
of everything you can think of
And the words call out, weaving spells in your
mind as you eagerly devour the knowledge
eyes skimming
lips tasting
The forbidden feeling of knowing fills you with
delight, with 
passion
The paper tongues fall silent, if only 
for a moment
Then ink stained tongues take up the words of
a lifetime and sing to you
the inkspells.

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Butter yellow beams crash upon our tanned shoulders
As we climb
the grassy hills that beckon with their emerald stalks
From atop our glorious kingdom mountain
we see our fortress of colored stones
See our noble steeds, the three-wheeled beasts
that roam our land
We sit on mossy thrones and bask in the
warm rays of the golden jewel above our heads
And we lie down on soft hills, delighting in the smell
of our kingdom, a bright,
new, lovely, warm smell
that fills all with a bubbling excitement
Roll down the mossy hills, feel as each emerald stalk
caresses bare arms and tickles
tiny toes
Arms tucked in tight, we spin
faster
faster
till we get up laughing with delight, laughing
in excitement
Until we climb
the grassy hills that beckon with their emerald stalks
once again

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