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Dis feeling 
Such a rustic smell! 
Nostalgia fills the belly. 
Authority sapped; energy reborn. 

Familiar faces gone! 
Crashes cum clashes not found! 
Excesses can't be curbed
For in this mess,  I swallow its stone. 
Friends, Kins - I long for them presence 
This desire is quite a lust for me
Yet, I embrace it wholly. 

Soldiers! Unsheathed your swords 
For the rose smells nice 
Its presence - galore 
Its absence - I dare not miss 

Odyssey! Penelope!! 
This bank be grieved its loneliness 
My Queen will I see afar 
The beautiful slopes 
Hills of the ancient turns - Echoes 
Turning against the fate of many! 

My Queen, 
Last days of Ithacá
Tremor quakes my spine? No! 
For trust cum loyalty makes me believe in you 

Lords, kings 
To you I say, 
To you I dare the rulers of empires 
For joy mixed with sadness fill my embers 

Friends
Pray for me
The Queen's strength must never wane 
The joy a soldier has - 
Its glory being kept. 

My Queen
Being afar keeps me sane! 
Will I falter? I dare not. 
Will I stop loving you? Never done 
Shall the love be in words? No, deeds shall tell. 

Now I feel the breeze
What a feeling
What a joy 
What - alas! 

Strength reborn 
Consciousness regained 
For the days of Ithacá
A family I believe in 
A world I live in 
A treasure man mustn't squander 
A world that reels it's strength on responsibilities
Ithacá
Dis Ithacá be life 
Dis Ithacá be my Queen.

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