Here, I still sat down to wait for victory;
Stubborn, he rather motioned to me;
Alone residing in some territory,
Miles and miles I need to pay a visit.
Contemplating the mirage,
I stood erect and squinted at his countenance;
He was wearing a smile,
But his wrinkles evince a thought.
What could the latter stand for?
Was it a dicline or an approval?
Ah, I distinctly remembered this face;
He once gave me a pat on my shoulder.
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