Knowledge is our mirror, reflecting the mind,
A boundless expanse, wisdom entwined.
In pages and pixels, the stories unfold,
A universe of thoughts, both are young and old.
Reflections of insight, gleaming on the glass,
A quest for truths remains in every class.
Through words, we travel, realms unknown,
The mirror of such knowledge, is on the wisdoms throne.
In the quiet of learning, where silence volume speaks,
Each chapter is the lesson and the seeker always seeks.
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