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In a realm where words like rivers flow,
A world constructed from the ink below,
Letters dance, paragraphs breed,
On the vast white canvas, they proceed.

Each sentence plants a vibrant scene,
Growing lush in minds, keen and keen,
Through valleys of verbs and mountains of nouns,
Language weaves its timeless gowns.

Stories bloom like flowers in spring,
Each narrative a unique offering,
From the whispers of love, to the cries of war,
Texts are windows, doors, and more.

Oh, mighty power of the written word,
Flying free as a graceful bird,
In books, on screens, in the hearts so wide,
Inside the text, our dreams reside.

Crafting worlds from mere abstraction,
Text, in its eloquence, drives our action,
A potent brew of truth and fiction,
In the realm of words, no restriction.

So here’s to text, in all its glory,
The silent keeper of our story,
On this journey, may we always find,
The text that stirs and feeds the mind.