God made sin, though we might know his mercy

Danzammo in te la nostra primavera

Venezia, paradiso, allegra e altera.

Figlie d’amore, lussuria, bellezza

schiave di un solo dovere: l’ebbrezza.

Fluttuammo tra cielo e terra,

leggere

compiute di abbondanza e di piacere

eterne, inebriate di splendore

fermate in gioventù da un dio pittore.

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