Off of main street there is a bookstore
There lies Paris rapping at my door
Fitzgerald and Zelda, Gertrude Stein
Cities and their secrets
Affairs with history
Poets and revolution
Cafes with respite wine
Oh Jerusalem thou art anointed
Istanbul like a lion of Rome
Cross the Volga and visit the czars
Persian rugs and dynasties
Caravans on camel routes
Ancient market places
Romance as fresh as roses
Have you made love in Venice
Barcelona sighs like a lovers eyes
Time blends like chimes in the wind
Row after row of biography
Row after row of tears and laughter
Those that read never die
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