Line by line they fill the halls,
Whispers of the thoughts,
Voices that call out to me,
Speak their histories.
Ages of dust cannot hide them,
Centuries of ignorance blind,
Once they thought lived and breathed,
Written were the voices of legacy.
Though foolish men despise them,
The corrupt attempt to silence,
Lest we forget our heritage,
Let not libraries fall to dust.
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