The new day
(in death of my brother Mauritius)
Now the veils of Maya have fallen
And no longer covers your body
The armor of the Syrian Naaman
I see on your face again
Shining the ancient light
Of our childhood games
When hopes
were all to come
And the misleading curtain
Which hardens the hearts
Had not yet come between us
Run now
On your nimble legs
Wait for me in the sunny lands
Where the sun
never sets
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