| The sand beneath your feet
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| a yellow carpetin
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| the palace of wilderness
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| Only king and servant is you
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| searching for the pyramid
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| that guards the emerald board
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| It was a crescent moon
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| when you have been initiated
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| in the science of the black earth,
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| And the optimism of youth
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| pushed you in quests
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| into the paper worlds
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| of the libraries of Cairo
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| Crescent Moon
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| Two sides of the same coin
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| The poor in mind are satisfied
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| with what they see.
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| Crescent Moon
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| And they bear the sign of imperfection
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| because they miss the other side
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| the invisible.
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| Crescent Moon
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| Few words carved with diamond |