Sunken deep in hymns from Rome
Penning down thoughts thy being so prone....
Running along Egyptian Nile
Covering thy tress to face the aisle...
Climbing foot hills of Parthenon
Refusing to call thee long gone...
Lying under veil of Eiffel's creation
Getting to overcome thy trail of sedation...
Had it not been for thy love of traits
Making harder by calling thee mates.....
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