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THE LAND OF ANCIENT TIMES The marveled sound of time glitters under the shade of history only under the roof of Egypt. The valley of the kings sees forth the doors to heaven while the Nile stretches into the horizon like a long thread of diamonds. Far beyond our minds can we come to grasp the land of ancient times. The sound of the flute refreshes my soul while the smell of the soil remind me of where home is, from the wisdom of the pyramid priests to the enchanted beauty of CLEOPATRA it all lies here in the great land of Egypt. |
Additional Notes:
The flute in the last paragraph refers to an ancient Egyptian flute like instrument that
produces one of the most breath taking sounds i have ever heard.
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