Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you

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   Haley:

   There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air.

   04.05.2008 23:54