All alone, not with a caravan,
I came to this inn,
I am to spend a night here,
I am naked, no robes on,
So cold! So hot!
Who will return me my old robes?
You are in a different world,
Forget about your old world,
Under delusion!
You were always here, as you are,
Only robes have been snatched,
And your calm, quite, beautiful garden
Mykoul
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