How beautiful, how beautiful the Violin
How beautiful the Violin sings:
How beautiful the red dusk rings
Before the night closes the eyes of day
While silver gondolas on purpling waves sail
And in the twilight hang the palaces
Mirrored in the beauty of the waters
Rippled by the splash of oars, and torn
Silent and gentle by the mood of sleep,
How beautiful, how beautiful the Violin
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