The Pazar
Is lonely now
All the people are home
With my hands in
The broken pockets
I walk away singing a song
Ain't enough sunshine
In the sad sky
Maybe we infected him
With our pure sadness
Oh hèlen
Where are the flowers
Of Ahmed?
Maybe the wind
Gave them to
The moon
As i gave
My heart
To you
But, now that you are gone
I'm lonely
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