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Sifting through desert sands
Granules of time
They search like detectives
For buried truths
Locked in canopic jars
Or etched
In ancient hieroglyphs
Throughout royal tombs.
What kings or queens lie
Mummified?
What temples to appease
The gods?
They search for answers
Among scattered ruins
Since what the Sphinx knows
It will never tell.
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