Viila Borghese il cuore di Roma, smeraldo e orango.
Enlighttend woods with aged out hollows.
The Eternal City's breathing heart c'e Villa Borghese
Paths pump the pedestian lovers though the park
to the vistas and clock towers of a Never Ever Land overlook
to the wonderland bourgroves of dried skin city scrapers.
Acqua Vicolos flowing with couples struck with cupid arrows
And the broken hearted Rose Boy hanging a lowered bouquet.
Non Rosa? Non rosa oggie, Grazie.
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