Call us, O Grand Canal of Venice! You are a fairy tale of dreams, a phoenix of magnetic wellness, and a melodic land of strings! The ancient centuries are gliding in gondolas along old walls. The sun and sky are truly guiding. We hear the heavens′ singing voice. Incredibility, show visions, whose circles have the stones and thoughts! I see historical decisions in the events of many sorts. I feel the lions to be my native, beloved, and flying with their wings. O nightingale, your trill′s inventive, of such an art that always wins! And Brodsky′s peace is here eternal, on the quiet islet as his place, where mysteries can be nocturnal, invisible, and there′s no blaze. O charming beauty, warming legends, with wonder, Ariadne′s thread, and youth along with grace while aging, where time can either stay or tread! | 
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