Shadows move unneeded by the sun,
forever in darkness, created by light.
Darkness, darkness,lightness.
Lighter than a feather,Osiris admitted you to the land of the dead since birth.
Lightness, lightness, brightness your source,
not like that of men! and of women too,
if shadows they be, then those of misery.
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