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An old picture on the wall
May be Betty,may be Paula
On the marquise sitting calm
through the dust in her eyes,
watching time

What a love,what a sting
With this song how much my heart got ruined
How pinkish your cheeks of rose were painted
This bashful,delicate,
This face this posture,
Your mouth like a verse
is in loves neither listened
nor uttered

Among the months autumn it is,
Sepia is the tide
Written with a quill it waits,
As if saying there must be another life
In brownish tones,in sleeps

Reminiscence of İstanbul
with a date in one corner
and an inscription written in golden glimmer