You are bewitching Italy and play my soul your song. Your voice brings me words wittily. My blessing is so long! Our summer can't be history. Poseidon-Neptune, paint nice gulfs of native mystery! Be wonder, music band! O golden sky of Italy! My "Golden Feather", write our hearts empire fittingly! Its fairy tale is bright. Call worlds, be rhetorician, lilt! The nimbus has its height. Be, aura, hot, patricianly, will never try to hide. Madonna of your Italy, be vital as your art! Our dream, you can't be winterly, impossible and hard! Your famous Michelangelo expressed such beauty well, so sunny and so largely and so tenderly, my belle! Remember godlike Italy! Do not conceal yourself! I think without you bitterly. Be, juicy cherry, safe! I fly with you, my passion, love, along our brilliant trace to live Italian, Russian, laugh, to wow harmonic grace! | 
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