You lied to the whole world that You are strong!
The mirror was your Beam!
But it‘s different now - in your Dream
A white-haired old Dame appears.
And, cool when the desert night gets,
A fire the bedouins build in their tents,
Not for the sake of splendour,
But for the sake of warmth, Cleopatra.
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