In a long distant place
I can no longer see
A person I was
Is thinking of what we will be
He wanders across piazza's
And drinks espressos
He wonders is this is a peak
As he gazes at Palazzos
I now know what he does not
I see pasta and eternal memories
And a man not pleased with his lot
Despite Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti and palm trees
With my hindsight I wish to tell
That at the end when he returns home
It's a different life he finds
One that changed forever in Rome
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