This is the house of the closet-man.
There are no rooms,
just hallways and closets.
Things happen in rooms.
He does not like things to
Closets, you take things out of closets,
you put things into closets, and nothing happens .
Why do you have such a strange house?
I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I
am never sad.
But why do you have such a strange house?
I am never sad .
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