| To sail away to half discovered places,
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| To see the secrets so few eyes have seen,
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| To see moments of enchantment on our faces,
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| The moments when we smile and those between.
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| «Are you talking about Nubia now?»
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| «Yes. |
| In a way.»
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| If I could leave this place then I’d go sailing.
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| To corners of my land where there would be,
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| Sweet southern winds of liberty prevailing,
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| a beauty so majextic and so free.
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| «I would take you sailing. |
| South. |
| You could be my guide.»
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| There’d be no ties of time and space to bind me.
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| And no horizon I could not pursue.
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| I’d leave the worlds misfortunes far behind me.
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| I’d put my faith and trust in something new.
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| But why should I tell you this.
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| A stranger I’ve just met.
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| A woman who I hardly know at all and should forget.
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| A journey we can only dream of.
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| Enchantment passing through,
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| and how it is I say these things
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| So easily to you.
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| «I'll never take you sailing! |
| I’m never going to leave Egypt again!»
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| «You talk as though you’ve been enslaved.
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| If you don’t like your fate, change it!
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| You are your own master, there are no shackles on you!
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| So don’t expect any pity or understanding from this humble palace slave.»
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| And why did I tell her this?!
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| A stranger I’ve just met.
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| A woman who I hardly know and will forget!
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| Anonymous and gone tomorrow,
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| Enchantment passing through
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| And all I’ve done is tell her things
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| She already knew.
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| She knew…
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| She knew… |