In the heart of the library, where shadows play,
A secret room lies hidden, away from the day.
A world of wonder waits, beyond the door,
Where ancient tales and mysteries whisper for more.
The scent of old books fills the air,
As knowledge and magic linger, beyond compare.
In this cozy sanctum, dreams unfold,
Where the love of learning never grows old.
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