...When leaving Venice in the rain
You leave your heart behind -- in waves
Of green lagoon -- and oh! it shakes
In rhythm of wheels of slow train,
That crosses narrow lonely road,
And you transform in ugly toad
From little princess of the past --
Whose songs are only stars and dust --
It flows away with morning mist
All over channels and amidst
This sad and blissful lovely town,
So full of joy until the down
Dispels all dreams to simple end
And broken heart -- you need to mend. |