Present fair
Stygian waters can wait
before early becomes too late.
Love in our souls can cure
whatever is sorrowful and pure.
And if you reach out a hand
I 'll be told by a heaven's band.
Music plays inside my soul
counts my past and present role;
live it, says, it's not despair,
welcome to my present fair;
listen cause that isn't despair,
welcome to my present fair.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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