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In the house of doors

In the house of doors

In the room of eyes,

the eyes was closing and opining.

In the room of wheels,

I rolled the the wheels

In the room of trees,

I swing from tree to tree.

In the room of bulbs,

I pop the bulbs.

In the room of sun,

I saw the moon.

In the room of sad face,

I saw happy face.

In the room of hot weather,

I feel cold weather.

In the room of sun set,

I saw sun rice.

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