Parish Santo Stefano
Lies in the headrow
Shoot in the dark
Look for the spark
Struggle with my training
Time here is waning
One hundred days
For me to say
Post tell where to go
Tap into what they know
Lifesblood I’ve poured
Found in Blackboard
Way of the black horse
Devoted now by force
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Old world alive

(say something) You were saying something
(say nothing) And I was saying nothing
(red years) One hundred years,
(to here) From now to here
(milestone) Set on the milestone
(they’re your own) Patient ‘til they’re my own
(stamps) All my stamps,
(chance) For this one chance

Open up the inkwells (wells!)
Next to the tower bell (bell!)
Invite to nest (nest!)
Depth of the rest (rest!)
Christmas in Turkey (Turkey!)
Tablecloth comes early (early!)
‘fore know with one (one!)
Now the fifth son (son!)

(ration) Fourth generation
(nation) Birth of a nation
(birthday) His birthday
(away) A year away
(precious stones) Treasure of precious stones
(ink tone) In 1800s ink tone
(wolf-like height) Wolf-like height
(my rite) This is my rite

He smiled, “It was nice to meet you.”
I laughed, “It was nice to meet you.”
Movie script
Lost in the rift
This broad resolution
Sentiments in profusion
This milestone
Is now my own