Everything has a meaning
In my surrounding,
Only I am meaningless and irrelevant
In the new environment.
With my old and obsolete feelings,
I am dull and insipid,
In spite of my utmost effort I can't get rid of it
And I feel as if I am still in the seven sleepers den.
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