| On Opening Day sometime
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| I met you by chance
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| But you two, you are not with me
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| Vernissage was so beautiful
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| But your gaze is even more beautiful,
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| But you two, you are not with me.
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| How am I going to you for salvation
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| You are the one I've been waiting for a long time,
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| But you two, you are not with me
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| And I catch myself on that
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| That I almost love you already
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| But you two, you are not with me.
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| Ah, vernissage, ah, vernissage
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| What a portrait, what a landscape
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| Here is a winter evening, summer heat,
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| But Venice in the spring
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| Ah, vernissage, ah, vernissage
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| What a portrait, what a landscape
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| Here is someone in profile and full face,
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| And I look, I look at you
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| You are my confusion and sadness
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| My dream that I remember by heart
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| But you two, you are not with me
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| My hope is a clear light
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| I went to you for so many long years,
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| But you two, you are not with me.
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| Ah, the vernissage is our tormentor
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| You are not the only passage
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| And you two, but not with me
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| At this exhibition of paintings
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| The plot is missing
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| Where are we together, where are you with me.
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| Ah, vernissage, ah, vernissage
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| What a portrait, what a landscape
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| Here is a winter evening, summer heat,
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| But Venice in the spring
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| Ah, vernissage, ah, vernissage
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| What a portrait, what a landscape
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| Here is someone in profile and full face,
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| And I look, I look at you. |