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Watching the sun in pink showers, Your visits to the lonely beaches, Looking at, with sighs, silent flowers, In a garden on the corner benches, Sitting in a graveyard, looking brave, Saw tears in your deep eyes, Know who is sleeping in the grave, Saw you looking at the skies. Why don't you look at the men? Among so many bad persons, May get one at least out of ten, Who can break silence of the oceans! A book and you in a silent library, Yes, books are very good friends, A breathing book making you merry, And changing your present trends, Put the silent book on the shelf, Start reading the talking book, A good friend, and yourself, Try, he will beautify your fading look. Having silently read your silence, Someone's still waiting to be read, No more stress on his patience, Remember one who lives, forget the dead, Otherwise violating rules of the library, He'll snatch the book, hug and kiss, Both will be turned out by Madame Mary, And put on road for a noisy bliss! You will look at the first floor's windows, Madame the librarian waiving her hands, Affectionately, a flying kiss she throws, Joining talking books with heavenly bands.