Story -
The songs of Venice
The singing songs of VeniceĀ
will not match those of a distant planet
Though both alikeĀ
In tone and rhyme
Will not show the pattern of the beat
Or the heat of summer
The cold dead stare of both these artists
Are shown not from thy world
But blended in throughout the works
One is past
One is ahead
Trust me on this
You will never forgetĀ
On the count of 3
Come with me when I say this word
Are you with me?
Now run!
