Down the street in Ephesus
All the books had been checked out
Only the thin pamphlet of a boy
Standing on a fallen stone
Staring crowds where stairs had been
To the floors above in the air
Where the lost books were kept
Bearing the secret past
All we have is the shattered house
Where the first thoughts
Gathered together in a horde of feeling
So when you entered and sat
In the darkness of all that knowledge
A little light would be brought to you to read
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