I wonder if the passions of ancient Rome
And Greece two thousand years later
Are showing up in our blazing summers
Climate is such a spiritual thing
Even the sun and rain have to bend
To the will of time to soften the blow
Even the mountains greedy for their share
Of visionary rainbows moving a few inches
Away by the moon every year
It doesn't take a change of scenery
To tell we've been pushed
Over a line in the sand at last
Where's there's no going back
Where the future must solve the past
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