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Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with
rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that
you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date
with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.
Bob Dylan, 1971 |