Call me Yæcine
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Call me Yæcine or whatever you want
Jaguar, Young Fella, King, or Bermudas.
Not longer a man, a shadow, a whisper
A sailor in your endless nights
Carrying a need too heavy to hold,
Call me Yæcine
A need to share,
To bleed words,
To heal wounds,
And relieve the sorrow
Drowned and never found.
A storm, a hurricane,
Call me Yæcine
When closed eyes
Lying on you bed
Can\'t call me, can\'t hear you any more
So far, so rare, so hurting
But hearts still connect
Sooner or later
Call me Yæcine
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