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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.