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When We Arrive in Saint Petersburg
When the Paris plane lands at Pulkovo
We will be groggy from traveling through time
But we must drop our bags at the Nevsky 88
And report to the Emperor on Senate Square
Two coffees from a kiosk, and a bench
We’ll probably buy a postcard or two
And watch passing lovers on that summer day
And make no plans beyond that moment
The Horseman in the sun will be enough
For we will have arrived in Saint Petersburg
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My hope.
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