Step through, step through,
To Somewhere New,
Where stories stalk
And dreams come true.

Step through to books
Which never end,
But store each word
The moments send.

Step through to worlds
A thought apart,
Where ideas spark
And daydreams dart.

Step through to folk
All strange and weird,
Who all blaze bright
And none are feared.

Step through to deeds
Both brave and bold,
Which grip the heart
Whenever told.

Step through to treasure
Rich in spells,
Reflecting tales
The wizard tells.

Step through, step through,
Do not be shy,
There are rewards
For those who try.

What will you see,
What will you do,
When Somewhere New
Appears for you?

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