Once in a night I spent in Istanbul I had a dream of a forbidden world Where even angels Fear to look upon A place where all of love is doomed to die Her face appeared Through clouds of bitter wine Sour as the morning's early hours She took my hair And she curled it around Her fingers I was but a fool for love The scent of Turkish oils Mixed with the harsh tobacco In the overcrowded bar Hashish And cool mint in her hair I was a fool for love I was a fool She sang to me A torch song softly laced With mysteries Arabian It poisoned my mind A sickness in my soul I tried I didn't want to hear at all A curtain fell Before my eyes I did Succumb into her healing breast She sang that song I gave her all my soul And my all To the pleasures of the flesh I cried that night For those forsaken times
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