Well, I recall his parting words. Must I accept his fate. Or take myself far from this place?. . I thought I heard a black bell toll. A little bird did sing.
Well, I recall his parting words. Must I accept his fate. Or take myself far from this place?. . I thought I heard a black bell toll. A little bird did sing.
It's a chilly Florentine evening. Two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and. fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzis. stand guard but they don't speak.