Yes I was drawn to Rome
But only as a Greek raised
In Egypt among the tombs
Yes I love the Seine and the Rhone
And that holly-tree in Zurich
Red with berries by the church
But how can there be nostalgia
For the holy places I've never been
Here in the new world at last
Dissatisfied to repeat the past
But yes I still want that garden in Venice
Here in my wilderness backyard
And to see the hidden city of Great Kitezh
Lifting above the horizon like a sun
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