HORUS AND ISIS
HORUS
Mame,let me off to the dam,
The thane of korus getting off the pride of
the rams.
Go to,heretofore,be stayed me no longer,
By heaven,I'm famished,I'm of revenge
hunger.
The lain are laned on the train,
To make of his folly,I'll make of art the main.
ISIS
'Son of the sun',the rain will fall.
Mend the net,prick the tatched tall.
Raise the pitch of...
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