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Worn wooden floors creaking,
Dusty sleeves and vinyl spinning,
Album art and memories seeking,
Lost in music, time winning.
Stacks of records piled high,
Familiar melodies and new finds,
Fingers tracing covers, no need to buy,
Just losing oneself in sounds and minds.
Nostalgia in every corner,
A treasure trove of music history,
Where a simple record is an honor,
And the love for music is no mystery.
