A figure from ancient history
A king with a nickname...king Tut..
How could I believe in you when it has all been hot..
Desert like and to my mind now there were
Sanddusts everywhere
But you grew on me like a piece of jewellery
I have acquired in my childhood
You are my amulet
And in my sleepless days
You give me strength
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I close my eyes
And I can hear the noise of chariots
Harps play as you descend from your throne
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It is now 9 pm...
I lie on bed
Promising myself with some earned rest
Your face is on a cup close to me
Golden with an eagle soaring above
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I am now in Thebes
Wearing a linen dress
It is dawn time and I am looking forward to an Egyptian sunset
The sun is descending into the sky
Like a graceful friend saying good bye
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I closely approach you
Thinking it is a miracle
That I have known you for long
