Gazing through
   Memories of
        the past.

What happens in Venice stays,
     Cool Umbria nights
        Hot Siena days.

Red and browns and greens,
   Swirling champagne, ruby red wine
       Goes down so sweetly

Like ghosts of a future past.

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