The sky is dark when there are no stars
evenings are long but the sun rises,
this cold night of love in Venice
is to say goodbye forever.
make a toast to the old days, we gather
dark lips and as the breeze played with the wind
swear that I'll always wonder.
keep me through the door in the soul,
keep me in the back of your privacy. Please do not cry
in Venice is quiet,
I swear I'll never forget. Solomon
Borrasca
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