People come in the big mansion
Wearing colourful and gorgeous dresses,
A dazzling and sparkling party goes on there,
After a while a wise clown comes
Wearing his simple and traditional dress,
He watches the colour and clamour of the great party with great wisdom,
Then in an agonizing mind he laments,
"Colourful men, but with colourless and dull souls,
I must leave this place now."
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