she was married to the bosphorus
she threw her ring in then she blew a kiss
to the ottomans and byzantines
lying beneath the sea
she wore a pink and yellow summer dress
she kept her hair just like a poetess
she traveled all the way to germany
the trains and the cold, dark sea
the amber glow of a morning cigarette
on the istiklal cadessi
the vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
all the domes in silhouette
she wore a pink and yellow summer dress
she kept her hair just like a poetess
she traveled all the way to germany
the trains and the cold, dark sea
the amber glow of a morning cigarette
on the istiklal cadessi
the vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
all the domes in silhouette

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