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The tea is gone cold
By the brass door latch
Lanterns on the wall
Burning amber and ash
You counted the camels
Like they owed you gold
Now the wind turns soft
Through the folded shade
I can hear your steps
In the courtyard haze
Caravanserai dusk
Stay a little longer
Caravanserai dusk
My hands still remember
Hold that golden edge
Hold that golden edge
Caravanserai dusk
Don’t let it go under
Your shawl on the bench
Like a flag half-fallen
Salt on your sleeve
From the road you’re hauling
You laughed at the moon
Hanging low and thin
Then the whole old yard
Leaned to hear you in
Now the wind turns soft
Through the folded shade
I can hear your steps
In the courtyard haze
Caravanserai dusk
Stay a little longer
Caravanserai dusk
My hands still remember
Hold that golden edge
Hold that golden edge
Caravanserai dusk
Don’t let it go under
If the night comes fast
We can split the bread
Share the last sweet fig
And the road ahead
I’ll keep the ember
You keep the name
We were only passing
Still it felt the same
Caravanserai dusk
Stay a little longer
Caravanserai dusk
My hands still remember
Hold that golden edge
Hold that golden edge
Caravanserai dusk
Don’t let it go under
Caravanserai dusk
Caravanserai dusk
Hold that golden edge
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