Vienna

There is a concert hall in Vienna
Where the politicians wear black, red and blue

There is a cemetery in Vienna
Where the ghostly boys are cursed with virtuoso 

There are no Temples in Vienna 
Still I would ask for a dance with you
Let the vagabond gods decide if we were 
Truly Prodigious under the sun
Worthy of a love or two

I want so much, Vienna,
Stumbling through half-deserted streets
The flowers blooming on your shoulder
First sunlight, a balcony smoke

In my mind, in my mind
As much as all great cities fall
Vienna, Vienna
Maybe you

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