Venetians, lovers, friends, a love
Venetians, lovers, friends, a love
Where are you now, talk with self
And I am walking like a poor lad
With lovely breeze alone...yet
I've seen my Venice only once
Such lone song within sore hearts
Where are you now, talk with self
And I am walking like a poor lad
With lovely breeze alone...yet
I've seen my Venice only once
Such lone song within sore hearts
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