What kind of sound, I think I can hear
A lily-white lily calling
She seems to yearn to darken skin and hair
I really know, without her force
You would be falling
You wouldn’t need to breathe
My sinner air
Now listen

This day’ll be grey, so take my advice
And wait for the dawning
Wait for the rise of light tomorrow morning
Look for the highest place in space
To rest and stay
You’ve got to chase the early rising sun
Next day

Tahsin Ünlü

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