Oh, the land I’ve been longing for
Finally here I stand by the seashore
The house of the man still stands
With goats and dogs it raise
The Pantheon of prayer lights
Calling me for some vives
The cave which Athena promised with my arrival
To get my sword and armours to slay my rivals
Oh, the grand palace of mine
It’s been hiding from my eyes
Its pillars still robust
How old have I become
But with the sun in my back
I again walk to the hall
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