From a place of old bloodstains

Where love died yet still remains

And souls walk fitfully

Throughout all time,



Comes a story often told

Of two lovers young but bold;

A pair of tempters of a

Fate harsh yet sublime.



Come with me to Verona,

Hear it calling in your soul.

Walk with me in Verona.

Home is where our

Hearts long to go.



In a place where rivals flourished

Of a time and culture Moorish

Where two lives tied

To each other couldn't last,



Burned a love all-consuming,

Fraught by dangers ever-looming,

A struggle of race, politics, and class

Long ago past in old Italy.



Come with me to Verona

Hear it call out to your heart.

Dance with me in Verona

Home is the place from which

We must start.



In the dim of the setting sun

Ghosts walk among us every one,

So lay your eyes upon my face

As all doubts and fears erase



Without a trace

In Verona.

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