Papyrus kiss, left by a Pharaoh,
Once-beating heart, left in an urn;
Blushing cheek'd parcel of maiden,
Who once for a mighty ruler, burned.
Idolaters breaking in graves,
Trying to take things nobody owns-
The lovers forgotten; all of their quarrels-
All their caresses, to white bone turned.
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