.[Verse 1]
No Bogart, no Bergman, no Brando
No more Hemingway, no Hesse - the art ingrained in our marrow
So in retrospect does it not seem, that we lament the grace of greats as we do our youthful dreams?
But in nuance, we are capable of our own renaissance
A respiring anach.
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