I'm trying to remember
when this said something special
that played at my heart strings
like a mandolin or violin
Trying to remember when I cried believing
this was a call to a homeland
Trying to remember you under the
Sorrento Moon but all I can see now
for the fog of the despirate crowds
is the catchy tune. Wonder if I will ever sing
this aloud again or ever see
the promise of you
this side of the Sorrento Moon.
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