I have found my mind
Must be some kind of cyclone
Counterclockwise spinning
Feeling its way into and out of
A kind of balanced chaos
A desert dust-devil at heart I guess
Right now its circling above Milan
As far as our story's come
But Lake Como trembles out there
Still to be discovered from your side
Of the ocean and from mine
At the same time our two pairs of eyes
Must still wake up in Florence
And have our renaissance
And supper on the terrace
Somewhere in this chaos
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