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Assisi
Assisi (Italian pronunciation: [asˈsiːzi], from the Latin: Asisium) is a town and comune of Italy in the province of Perugia in the Umbria region, on the western flank of Monte Subasio.
It was the birthplace of St. Francis, who founded the Franciscan religious order in the town in 1208, and St. Clare (Chiara d'Offreducci), the founder of the Poor Sisters, which later became the Order of Poor Clares after her death. The 19th-century Saint Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows was also born in Assisi.
History
Around 1000 BC a wave of immigrants settled in the upper Tiber valley as far as the Adriatic Sea, and also in the neighborhood of Assisi. These were the Umbrians, living in small fortified settlements on high ground. From 450 BC these settlements were gradually taken over by the Etruscans. The Romans took control of central Italy by the Battle of Sentinum in 295 BC. They built the flourishing municipium Asisium on a series of terraces on Monte Subasio. Roman remains can still be found in Assisi: city walls, the forum (now Piazza del Comune), a theatre, an amphitheatre and the Temple of Minerva (now transformed into the Church of Santa Maria sopra Minerva). In 1997, the remains of a Roman villa were also discovered containing several well preserved rooms with frescoes and mosaics in a condition rarely found outside sites such as Pompei.
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Fame Over Demise
by: Woe Is MeYour true colors ar starting to get loud,
Have fun praying to your great god now,
All that you taught me to be,
Was a Moore, a dreamer that only refused to dream,
Oh save it please, my voice is is peaking through your speakers and
I'm speaking just to show you the way,
How could you, shelter me out I'm much older now,
You shatter like a beaker when I only want to show you the way, and
I'll build my way out of your demise, these dreams are my castles,
Not the walls you built up around me, when I look into my watch and
I know, that time is, time is gold, your true colors at starting to get
loud
And have fun praying to your grey gold now,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's till in stable,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's still in stable
and dance, your life away,
And this war it don't determine who's right,
This war just determines whos left standing tonight,
Atop handing me lights, I can se what you are in the dark just fine,
And I'm not blind, I'm mending the blinds, peaking through to get a
glimpse of your anguishing life,
Your hiding like a vampire comes to strife,
But it won't harm me cause I get a thrill,
And your true colors are starting to get loud,