Venice
We moved into a nice, new place
Our bosom bear much joy so dear
A dream our hearts tell tales embrace
In name so far, and yet just near
They call the village bearable
Perhaps to make it memorable
For in my mind it rings a bell
Not far beyond a golden shell
Beloved bard his play was made
Where gondolas sail a river
And sellers night and day do trade
Unafraid of vile demeanor
We think that in this place we could
Save more of Shylock's interest
Not be in debt more than we should
That God may spare us from distress
Despite the merchant's due unworth;
Their romantic lutes sing nimbly
Rialtos ply foods of all sort
Nearby our holy assembly
Well stay a year or two perhaps
And swear to pay no sacrifice
As sorrows may just fill the gaps
For in Venice, life can be nice
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