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When you're in the middle of nature Cooping up in a humble camper Spending day upon day Building up filth in body and mind Whenever you would want to be cleansed Whether in summer heat, or winter chill You will always have your oasis of warmth In the comfort in your campground washroom It matters not what kind of showerhead it has Or if it has its own internal heater For when you step into your oasis You shall know warmth immediately As the warm water fills your body And steam covers the entire room You can feel all the filth wash away Dirt, Grime, Sins, all the same filth Time will be on standstill, as the warmth consumes you But you know you must leave it eventually To deal with the cold, dry world ahead of you And as you turn off the warm waters Get yourself dry, and cloth yourself You feel a chill once again Knowing you're back in the real world So fresh and clean, but knowing the dreadful inevitability That you will be dirty once again And will have to retreat once