A Quote by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
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Light-leaved acacias, by the door,
Stood up in balmy air,
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All colors, hues, and tinges,
And every cover is a door
That turns on magic hinges.
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