The Doors 'Venice Film Festival'

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Dreamscape of Youthful Ambition
In Venice, where the waves kiss the shore,
A dreamscape woven in 1965's lore.
Olivia's place, a diner with charm,
Where The Doors found solace, far from harm.

Jim and Ray, two artful dodgers bold,
In Venice Cafe West, stories were told.
Poets and visionaries, hearts on fire,
Crafting verses, fueled by desire.

Canals winding through the city’s veins,
Bridges crossed, no boundaries, no chains.
Ray's house stood on the Venice shore,
A sanctuary where ambitions soared.

The Troubadour, echoing songs of the night,
A beacon for souls, chasing the light.
Venice, a haven of glory and dreams,
Where stars were born in the moon's gentle gleam.

Here, youthful ambition took its flight,
Underneath the city’s mysterious light.
With Doors music, a soundtrack to their quest,
They carved a path, forever blessed.

In this city of art, with hearts so grand,
They left their mark on the shifting sand.
Venice, a canvas, vibrant and wide,
The boys of The Doors, on a cosmic ride.