WHERE I BELONG…

Divita Barfa   ( IX C)  :

Thousands of memories near
Every moment I see clear
Turning of pages, my favorite song
In a library is where I belong.

Surrounding in that musty perfume
They seen to be calling for me
Which is true happiness
Library is my place to be

Let the imagination run wild
A seed grows into a tree
Come to a place where you belong
Welcome to the library.

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