drag out the soul
and shake it
hang it on the line
and beat it blind
of dust and crime
yes soul I’ve walked
all over you and even
slept on you some nights
holding the coffee table
how indelicate for a girl
like you from Istanbul
or wasn’t it a quiet town
near Ephesus a dodgy
merchant tricked you
into my possession
o soul o magic
carpet ride
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