She folds you, stretches your mind
With the memories you left behind
Presses her feet in the gold
Already a million years old
She sets you next to the rest
She sets you both to rest
Pressed her camel to your grid
Already a million times, she did
Gift your ring to the starving sun
So it gifts a life to the paper one. Home
Set sail on the desert sea
With paper bedouins of the one that set you free
Your ship moves closer to Tortoise Shell
And the one that's ringing your bell
Gift your ring to the scorching sun
So it burns a life into the paper one
Your bedouin will call for you
The troubadour that saw through you
From paper to flesh and blood he will wait
Somewhere on Tortoise Shell, he'll be
Ringing your bell
A million times if need be
He'll embrace you, say :"Maggie, you are..."
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