She gazed in my eyes, on the bridge of sighs;
in Venice, we fell in love.
It was our last chance to find romance...
but the next day, we said our goodbyes.
On the bridge of sighs, we said our goodbyes,
in Venice, we parted ways.
We'd had our chance to find romance...
now, all that's left are tears in our eyes.
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