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Midnight in a sleepless city,

Where the streets hum with restless energy,

And the buildings tower into the dark sky,

As the city never truly sleeps, it only pretends.

The neon lights flicker and dance,

Casting long shadows on the crowded sidewalks,

Where the hustle and bustle never ceases,

And the city's heartbeat echoes in the night.

There's a sense of urgency in the air,

As people rush to and fro,

Seeking solace in the bright lights and noise,

But finding only a fleeting distraction.

In the quiet corners, the city whispers secrets,

Of dreams unfulfilled and hearts broken,

Of lost souls wandering the empty streets,

In search of something they can never find.

Midnight in a sleepless city,

Where the night is alive with restless souls,

And the rhythm of the city never fades,

Even when the world around it is still.

Whispers of the ancient library,

Echoes of wisdom and mystery,

Beyond the shelves of time and space,

Lies the knowledge of every race.

A gentle breeze carries the whispers,

As ancient texts reveal their secrets,

Whispers of sages and scholars past,

Their wisdom and thoughts will forever last.

In the quiet of the library's halls,

The whispers guide us, like hidden calls,

To the answers we seek and the truths we find,

In the whispers of the ancient mind.

The library breathes with ancient lore,

Whispers from ages long before,

A treasure trove of knowledge and insight,

In the whispers of the ancient library's might.

So let us listen to the whispers so old,

For in their secrets, our destinies unfold,

The ancient library holds the key,

In the whispers that set our minds free.