"These are very popular...in Italy. It's the land of naked marble boys! Something you don't see a lot in Winston Salem. That's the Land of Courderoys. I'm just a someone in an old museum. I'm as different as different can be...but the beauty is I still meet people like me..."
Sorry...thought I'd share what I was singing.
How could I leave her?
Where would I start?
Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart.
My land's only borders lie around my heart.