Take me to my literary
Take me to the library
Quiet life
With books abounding around me
The smell of the press
In my lungs
Deep in my soul
I’ll make my bookish turn
If books are still here
When I grow old
Take me to my literary
Take me to the library
Quiet life
With books abounding around me
The smell of the press
In my lungs
Deep in my soul
I’ll make my bookish turn
If books are still here
When I grow old