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How sad Venice can be |
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When you return alone |
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And find a memory |
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In a repaving stone |
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I woke among the bird |
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That fills in Marble Square |
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With a quote of her words |
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Around me in the air |
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How sad Venice can be |
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When the melodies play |
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A song she sung for me |
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One unforgotten day |
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Like a magic sea |
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The gondoliers go by |
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But when I try to weep |
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I find my tears are dry |
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How sad Venice can be |
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When mist is in your eyes |
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And you can hardly see |
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As visions fill the skies |
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I find the little street |
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And then the old cafe |
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Where we would always meet |
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To dream away the day |
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How sad Venice can be |
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Beneath the sun's moon |
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That rises from the sea |
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And singles the moon |
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I hear the vespers chime |
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And cross the bridge of sun |
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I know that it is time |
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To bid my last goodbye |
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There's nothing more to say |
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I pass beneath the light |
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And then I turn away |
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From Venice in the night |
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How sad Venice can be |
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It's too lonely to bare |
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When you have lost the love |
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That you discovered there |
