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Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon, the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice, whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger who could be a wanderer or an intruder... the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees, will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon! Moments lived into a silver night, when the narrow streets are empty and dark and the gondolas rest at the quite docks, are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes; and if our hands seem so frantic, our quick thougths may be less romantic! Following the trail of the ascending moon, how loneliness is detected in her glance... if we stare at her melancholic face! And should we bring her a little comfort by singing her the tune of a lovely song, but how long will her presence loom? Moments lived into a silver night... are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime, even more than that one unforgettable kiss... while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals of a city that still withstands the fury of tides; will another city be as beautiful as this? We'll die before Venice will completely disappear into the Adriatic Sea... so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy, and leave something to remember us by; I'll write the words and the melody, and you will sing it to her sweetly! Moments lived into a silver night... linger among these strong and old walls of Venice: where the legendary Marco Polo slept, where ordinary and famous people wept; fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze, by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!

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