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Who is spared in the end from leaving?
Despite his gold and all his jade,
is everyone not bound to go there?
Am I a shield set with turquoise?
A stone secured in a mosaic?
Will I ever walk this earth again?
Will they shroud me in fine mantles?
Here on earth, I think of those who ruled before me,
as the place of sounding drums draws near.
I am a man of Byzantian, who came to Venice, by way of Greece.
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