In the magical emporium
In the room of dreams,
I saw my nightmares come true.
In the room of confusion,
I forgot why I was in there.
In the room of ideas,
I thought of inventions.
In the room of skies,
I flew above the clouds.
In the room of the past,
I heard history speak.
In the room of horses,
I took my horse to the old town road.
In the room of light,
Darkness doesn’t exist.
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