that opens in another room,
the seven rooms,
appear a rainbow to him,
in every room there is a charm for him,
but when he enters the eighth room,
it’s a dark room where he is lost,
and never comes back to let us know,
where opens the door of the eighth dark room!
let me believe and dream,
number nine is mine,
it’s lovely and fine!
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