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I Wonder, What's In A Book While It's Closed. Oh, I Know It's Full Of Letters Printed On Paper, But All The Same, Something Must Be Happening, Because As Soon As I Open It, There's A Whole Story With People I Don't Know Yet And All Kinds Of Adventures, Deeds And Battles. And Sometimes There Are Storms At Sea, Or It Takes You To Strange Cities And Countries. All Those Things Are Somehow Shut In A Book. Of Course You Have To Read It To Find Out. But It's Already There, That's The Funny Thing. I Just Wish I Knew How It Could Be.

Maybe All The People Who Say Ghosts Don't Exist Are Just Afraid To Admit That They Do.

People Never Seemed To Notice That, By Saving Time, They Were Losing Something Else. No One Cared To Admit That Life Was Becoming Ever Poorer, Bleaker And More Monotonous. The Ones Who Felt This Most Keenly Were The Children, Because No One Had Time For Them Any More. But Time Is Life Itself, And Life Resides In The Human Heart. And The More People Saved, The Less They Had.

What I've Started I Must Finish. I've Gone Too Far To Turn Back. Regardless Of What May Happen, I Have To Go Forward.

Time Is Life Itself, And Life Resides In The Human Heart.