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The next day after school
he walked along the same road that led to
the magic room.
He entered but his favourite desk was not
there.
He waited for a long time.
Neither the little magic pencil appeared,
nor melodies were heard.
He got up and walked home in tears.
It was there, in the gap under the door,
where he found a letter.
