Gondolas coloured in sunlight travel far,
Away from the city of masks and thieves,
The thief pulls his load through a gate ajar,
And silently through a garden he heaves,
Then suddenly he notices a light,
Then end his thief life and free is his soul,
Children then came to find this magic sight,
But all they found was an empty hall,
With a clock ticking and nothing to see,
Then they left with a silver gondola,
Back to the city of masks and of thieves,
With music strung from a tuned viola,
A sad girl with her loom forever weaves,
In her precious city of masks and thieves.

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