O blindest me o forgotten one, thy eternal Re. 
O achest me, take pity. 
Mine eyes have been taken by thee. 
Thy burning rage boils mine blood and coils my flaky fingers. 
Thee churn my head into a tempest and blush my skin in virulence. 
What wouldn't I give to be in Her nurturing stream,
Where I would bask in her beauty and drink from She.
Ah but twer it real and not a dream!
O the arid land, let me embrace thee! 
Let me rest on your shores of endless sand and succumb to thee! 
Doth he rested and became just thee.
A gust so violent had carried he,
Onto a beach and into the sea.
Where he rested for an eternity.


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