The hotels in Tunis are full
For the summer holidays
Sometimes a storm
He wouldn't let us go out
A man of a certain age
He often offered me Turkish cigarettes, but
I hope he returns soon
The Era of the White Boar
Indescribable scents
In the evening air
Students of Damascus
All dressed the same
The shadow of my identity
While I sat at the cinema or in a bar
But I hope it returns soon
The Era of the White Boar

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