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I stood, Perched on the edge of my balcony, gazing in wonder upon my lands and the monuments that it contains. I allowed a small grin escape me.
“Who would have thought that such a nation could achieve so much, from so little? Come, celebrate with me” I lifted my Golden Chalice above my head. Two hundred thousand Egyptians lining the once empty streets below me, followed eagerly Turning to my wife, I urged her forward for all to see. She had cost my nation dearly, yet the peace she brought with her, was a rich reward. “To Egypt” (words: 99)
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