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11. THE DREAM

The Prodigal Son is having a dream,

Lying on his deathbed, he dreams

he is leaving home.

He wears cheerful garments,

and his great-grandfather’s ring.

His brother leads out his horse.

Early in the morning, it can be so fine:

the blast of horns and strings from the rear,

ahead, the playing is better still.

And the dogs, the servants, their wives,

have gathered at the gates to watch,

they are wishing him safe passage.