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He wondered the crypts,
Deciding what if,
He was truly a hero.
He used his knowledge for good,
expanding their minds as far as he could,
Yet still he walked the crypts alone.
Years had passed,
Since students have laughed,
At the vast limericks he knew.
Now he walks alone,
weeping alone,
with only the pests for company.
But they did not listen,
To his mission,
To regain those he loved.
Now he walks these crypts alone,
weeping alone,
waiting for the last book to turn to dust.

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