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In the Shadow of Venice, 1968

In the haze of Venice, where the sea breeze sways,
A poet’s dream and a giant’s gaze,
Strange days unfurl on the sun-kissed shore,
Where music and muscle carve out lore.

The Doors, they hum with a rebel’s fire,
Echoing beats that lift us higher,
Morrison's voice, a velvet spell,
In twilight's glow, where whispers dwell.

And there, amidst the clang of weights,
Stood Arnold, sculpting future fates,
A titan’s form no, Governorship in sight,
Chasing dreams with all his might.

Two paths converge in a city’s soul,
Rock and iron, each their role,
One with chords that pierce the sky,
The other reaching mountains high.

Venice, a canvas, where spirits roam,
In every wave, in every stone,
Where legends grew and shadows played,
In that magic year, where history stayed.