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Good morning sweetheart	A
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart	A
It has been two year mother	B
since the boy has sailed	C
on his mythical journey	D
Since he hid within his luggage	E
the green morning of his homeland	F
and her stars and her streams	G
and all of her red poppy	D
Since he hid in his cloths	H
bunches of mint and thyme	I
and a Damascene Lilac	J
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I am alone	K
The smoke of my cigarette is bored	L
and even my seat of me is bored	L
My sorrows are like flocking birds looking for a grain field in season	M
I became acquainted with the women of Europe	N
I became acquainted with their tired civilization	M
I toured India and I toured China	O
I toured the entire oriental world	P
and nowhere I found	Q
a Lady to comb my golden hair	R
A Lady that hides for me in her purse a sugar candy	D
A lady that dresses me when I am naked	S
and lifts me up when I fall	T
Mother I am that boy who sailed	C
and still longes to that sugar candy	D
So how come or how can I Mother	B
become a father and never grow up	N
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Good morning from Madrid	U
How is the 'Fullah'	T
I beg you to take care of her	B
That baby of a baby	D
She was the dearest love to Father	B
He spoiled her like his daughter	B
He used to invite her to his morning coffee	D
He used to feed her and water her	B
and cover her with his mercy	D
And when he died	V
She always dreamt about his return	W
She looked for him in the corners of his room	X
She asked about his robe	Y
and asked about his newspaper	B
and asked when the summer came	Z
about the blue color of his eyes	A2
so that she can throw within his palms	B2
her golden coins	C2
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I send my best regards	D2
to a house that taught us love and mercy	D
To your white flowers	E2
the best in the neighborhood	F2
To my bed to my books	G2
to all of the kids in the alley	D
To all of these walls we covered	H2
with noise from our writings	I2
To the lazy cat sleeping on the balcony	D
To the lilac climbing bush the neighbor's window	J2
It has been two long years Mother	B
with the face of Damascus being like a bird	H2
digging within my conscience	K2
biting at my curtains	L2
and picking with a gentle beak at my fingers	E2
It has been two years Mother	B
since the nights of Damascus	M2
the odors of Damascus	M2
the houses of Damascus	M2
have been inhabiting our imagination	M
The pillar lights of her mosques	N2
have been guiding our sails	O2
As if the pillars of the Amawi	P2
have been planted in our hearts	Q2
As if the orchards are still perfuming our conscience	K2
As if the lights and the rocks	R2
have all traveled with us	M2
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This is September Mother	B
and here is sorrow bringing me his wrapped gifts	S2
Leaving at my window his tears and his concerns	T2
This is September where is Damascus	M2
Where is Father and his eyes	A2
Where is the silk of his glances	U2
and where is the aroma of his coffee	D
May God bless his grave	V2
And where is the vastness of our large house	W2
and where is its comfort	X2
And where is the stairwell laughing at the tickles of blooms	Y2
and where is my childhood	F2
Draggling the tail of the cat	Z2
and eating from the grape vine	A3
and snipping from the lilac	J
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Damascus Damascus	M2
what a poem we wrote within our eyes	A2
What a pretty child that we crucified	V
We kneeled at her feet	B3
and we melted in her passion	M
until we killed her with love	C3

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