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It sure does look good on you
The smile on your forehead
The dripping of the sweat
When you press yourself against me
Has it ever rang so true
That presence I so adore
Holding hands by the Bosphore
Double sugar in your tea
Among the many and the few
You're the marathon, not the race
Rushing and keeping up the pace
While exclaiming "c'est la vie"
Life can feel oh so new
When filled with laughter and joy
Down the streets of Kadikoy
We'll settle with the morning dew
Istanbul - May 2025