13 Florence To Tatiana Again it's time to look at clouds -- Wind made us see the flow Of time -- Whatever clouds will talk about, Just build your Florence In the sky. Oh, Florence with your rhythm of poems -- You rhymed all passions of discord. I build you From the waves of ocean -- Again it's time to bathe In salt. Whatever wind will change In glory, Whatever clouds will say In vain -- Just build again your walls of Florence. Oh, Florence, With your waves of pain!


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