And all the doors looked all the same again

He stopped at number one to sneak a look

Here he heard the clearing of ash and soot

And all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped, at number four he stood once more

To inhale the smell of Vim on tiled floor

And, all the doors looked all the same, again

He stopped at number nine, to check the time

The cuckoo clo...

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