Venice
Well, there is no free seat;
Fields run in the infinite green;
Yellow waves cannot win heat;
Such eyes, belong to a queen...
He saw the other short menace:
Pay attention to pickpockets !
In the crowded train to Venice:
No room for other prophets...
Dreaming all love's loving parts.
However, there is no warning:
Beware of the thief of hearts.
Will I meet you again, morning?
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