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Terrible, terrible Chimera boredom,

Worse than the solitude of the hand.

And yet there is no separation in the world,

A boredom grind flour.

And the beautiful world will flourish again

With the rising of the sun’s rays.

And the day will be replaced by a clear,

And the burning look of your eyes.