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If you are my street
When I turn the key
It is not the door of the house that is closed,
Let it be your door that opens.
If you are my address,
May my letters come properly;
Two people talking on the phone
Let's not be just three people.
If you're a city
Let other cities join in;
Let me join with more joy,
If you are my festival.
Write everything, if you are my history,
But every single thing;
if you slice
Protect your tongue a little too.
If you are my thought,
Let my sister open the window;
Through a crested light
Let the new day fill you in.
Let your hair grow long, Phrygia,
If you are my lover,
If you are dormitory,
Promise, Anatolia!