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In my mystery mansion

In the room of clouds,

everything became soft

 

In the room of spring,

blossom started to grow

 

In the room of mist,

My eyesight became blurry

 

In the room of space,

I started to float

 

In the room of hot chocolate,

I burnt my tongue

 

In the room of sunsets,

I was still sleeping silently

 

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