Of Sorrow and Romance

On the bridge:

A prisoner sighs:

'Tis close to sunset,

And like the sun my heart sinks lower and lower,

An unblinking eye,

A final blaze of red fury,

Mine hands tug at the irons that hold me fast,

Ah my beloved city, I now behold you one last time,

Before darkness takes me forever.

Down beneath him, a different tune is sung:

Gent:

So gently the water carries us.

Lady:

As tender as your caresses.

Gent:

The sun is setting my love.

Lady:

Indeed it is, indeed it is,

Hold me and kiss me,

Upon this gondola,

Beneath this bridge,

Of loving sighs,

For then eternal love,

Shall be forever ours.

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The Bridge of Sighs in Venice.

I visited the bridge at the wrong time. Reconstruction was going on... hence the unsightly scaffolding.