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Two days he did it pretty well

Perceiving loneliness of spaces,

The dusk of oak grove in the vale,

A serene brook’s murmuring splashes;

But on the third day of the stay

He found everything the same,

And all this bliss made him asleep,

And he had found quite distinct:

The country is same bore, although,

Without palaces and streets,

Without cards, balls, verses’ rhythms.

Khandra affects him overall,

And it will chase him all his life,

Like shadow or a faithful wife.