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dust gathers on a book in a corner

light hasnt reach its pages in so long

who knows if the words lie within the lines anymore

or has the dampness of this gloomy room

blurred them to never be read again

its been so long

sitting there all alone

lieing in a corner unnoticed

untended by even the coarsest hands

unread by the most interested eyes

unthought of by even the most curious of minds

and time rolls on



the dust grows higher

resting itself along the edge of each page

covering the beauty that lies within

what rays do shine in from time to time

find it harder to reach the book itself

and the pages further fade with the dampness in the air

everything around it slowly takes its toll

if someone only took the time too read the lines

they might find something worth a look

there might be a place worth keeping it

but no one gives a second thought about the book

and time rolls on



and if only someone took time too read the lines

but nights move on

days pass and the sun and shadows roll across the room

never does the light of day reach the words with in

and the book grows old and the pages fade

and theres no one giving the time to save it

and then dust to dust

the book is gone

and time rolls on

and people notice a change

they cant put a finger on it

and time rolls on

things are never the same



the words were there

the book was there

the time was there

no one ever read it

and things will never be the same

dust to dust

time rolls on

the book is gone