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THE ARCHIVE S
ARCHIVES
She stood captivating
So rustle and dusty
A sign of century of neglect
Here lies great treasure
The array of scroll marvelled me
I hurriedly departed my thirst so intent
The waterloo not as tormenting
Sea of tears danced down my face
I behold much treasure in crude
Time have been invested
Even breath have been laid
I can’t resist her pains
Why is she horribly kept?
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