The Book's Story
Come,
I beckon you
Open up my old torn pages
I shall take you from your sorrows
To a land where you are king
Said the book
To the young boy
Where you shall no longer worry,
And ride into the sunset
With the fair maiden
Where you are slayers of dragons
And rulers of men
Where good always wins
And love prevails
You can be who you want
And do what you please
Come,
I beckon you
Open up my old torn pages
I shall take you from your sorrows
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