Florence
Florence, the perfect city.
Oh great David.
How you toppled a giant.
Oh Dante, the greatest there ever was,
Or ever will be.
Through sin you rose to the highest heavens.
Domed brilliance, catching the morning sun.
Swift Arno flowing through you.
But then alas the evening train-
Must carry me away.
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