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The rooms in my house are too many to count
And each with a secret of its own
There’s a room filled with starlight, another with dust
And one where the wolves like to roam

There are skeletons in the closets, snakes in the beds
And corpses shuffling in the cellar
There are bats in the attic, and a madwoman cackling
That I’ll never be able to kill her

There’s a room without time, another with roses
And one with dreams of treason
I can walk through my house to uncover its secrets
But never its logic nor reason