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THERE WAS A PLAGUE IN THE BAZAAR AT ISTANBUL
TWO CANDLES TO LIGHT THE WAY
A GREAT FLAME TO BURN THE DAY
THE LIGHT GOES OUT
AGAIN AND AGAIN
I CANNOT SAVE MY FRIENDS
I CANNOT SAVE MY SELF
A Beautiful Slave girl shows the liquor
Allah forbids both, but we are old friends, surely he won’t mind
There was angel that woke me from my sleep by speaking in my ear
I didn’t hear her or I would have gotten up
I have heard her before
How silly I am to ignore the summons of God to do my work
How silly I am to ignore the gift of time when I am always so tired
But it was cold and I have no robe
We are old friends she and I, she surely wont mind...
TWO CANDLES TO LIGHT THE WAY
A GREAT FLAME TO BURN THE DAY
THE LIGHT GOES OUT
AGAIN AND AGAIN
I CANNOT SAVE MY FRIENDS
I CANNOT SAVE MY SELF
A Beautiful Slave girl shows the liquor
Allah forbids both, but we are old friends, surely he won’t mind
There was angel that woke me from my sleep by speaking in my ear
I didn’t hear her or I would have gotten up
I have heard her before
How silly I am to ignore the summons of God to do my work
How silly I am to ignore the gift of time when I am always so tired
But it was cold and I have no robe
We are old friends she and I, she surely wont mind...