Aten

In a void full of dreams and visions the sight of the
Valleys the rivers the sea numerous sceneries of bright
Lights made by an ancient director died in poor.
How can I name the beauty of the sun they say that
The glow can cure all the blind and may all the gold
And gifts of the east be left on the feet of ATEN
The king. I fell off a place where beauty can heal
Where fertile rose can rise and kneel. The eyes of my
Father has sent me to earth and proud as the silver
I sing in this feast. How green are the vast-lands
How blue is the sea I fell from the eyes of ATEN
The king. I loved you like Narcissus loved his own
Sight and more than a mother loves her first child
The eyes of ATEN has sent me to earth and proud
As the silver I sing in this feast.

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