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Above the clouds
The pages turn
Beyond the highest mountain ridges
Past the reach of birds in flight
There stood a hidden library
Floating in the morning light
Ancient books lined endless hallways
Bound in silver, gold, and blue
Holding tales of distant kingdoms
No one living ever knew
Every page became a window
Every word a winding road
Leading through forgotten ages
Where old magic softly flowed
Quiet lanterns lit the chambers
Casting circles on the floor
And the shelves stretched ever onward
Far beyond each hidden door
In the library above the clouds
A thousand stories shine
Waiting for a wandering heart
To read between the lines
In the library above the clouds
The old worlds still remain
Living in the whispered pages
Again and again
Some books spoke of moonlit oceans
Some of forests made of glass
Some remembered ancient travelers
Long returned to dust at last
Yet among the endless volumes
One small book caught my eye
Its pages held a simple message
Written beneath the sky
In the library above the clouds
Every story finds its place
Every dream and every memory
Leaves a gentle trace
In the library above the clouds
The lanterns softly glow
And every page reminds us
There is always more to know
Above the clouds
The pages turn
