My Paper Room

My paper room and my fan

I came the other day

the carpet has grown to feet tall

my bed a nest I'll lay

 

My paper room and my fan

the walls from green to red

a smooth ceiling Ive seen birds fly

with a bulb above my head

 

My paper room and my fan

I've come to see and know

the paper leaves and fan a breeze

 my outside inside home

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