In the city
There’s festival in the
Night
The people flock in
Crowds
And jesters, soldiers,
Kings, actors all
In medieval costume
Thrive
So does medieval
Music
Loud
On
The
Loudhailers loud
There’s a Voice
That shouts high
Aloud
In every street
A replication
And
A reproduction
For
The medieval has
Come today
For the medieval has
Come to town
And
The ghosts and shrouds
Of old
Hidden on roofs
Run and look below
In part overjoyed
To see so many crowds
Enjoy so much of past:
In part
Wishing to join the revelry
The past walking
Now
This night
This very night of us
In old Valletta
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