AH! how well I can remember,
As the smoke curls upward slowly
From my concha, all aglow,
How I stayed one whole September
In Verona - years ago!
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And the thoughts come quickly flitting,
Like old comrades from afar,
To my mind, as I am sitting
Slowly puffing a cigar.
'T is a very charming city,
Famed for churches and romance,
And the ladies, too, are pretty,
And their manners fit for France!
But 't is not of art I 'm thinking,
Nor the churches, with a sigh,
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