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Where the dark streets wind in Cairo
Where the howling jackal grins
There the bazaar alley beggars
Twist their limbs into the wind
Where the fan blades turn in Cairo
In the swirling evening heat
Lemon tea in the cafés
Parchment scraps in the street
In the grand hotel in Cairo
Grizzled men sell contraband
Hurry, hear the half-tracks calling
Like insects through the sand
Shadows run like ink
Over dunes to darken isle
Shadows run like ink
To the valley of the kings
Where the fan blades turn in Cairo
In the swirling evening heat
Lemon teas in the cafés
Parchment scraps in the street
Shadows run like ink
Over dunes to darken isle
Shadows run like ink
To the valley of the kings
Shadows run like ink
Over dunes to darken isle
Shadows run like ink
To the valley of the kings



Writer(s): Paul Roland


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