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There are the many words,
a tapestry of binders and
reminders on a wall,

of stories and ideals
at our heels, emotions
to make us feel inside,
bringing tears to our eyes,

galant balls in ivory halls,
by the Ottomans and travels
by the open seas, to men
of unrest saving damsels
in distress, through acts
of chivalry,

and the coming dawn,
like a silent song, to see
things differently, where
there's an affinity,

and the theories
to the creation of us all.

words between pages,
into the binders of our lives,
and memories to recall, the
many worlds waiting for us,
sitting upon a wall.