Frater Ave Atque Vale
Frater Ave atque Vale Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row! So they rowd, and there we landedO venusta Sirmio! There to me thro all the groves of olive in the summer glow, There beneath the Roman ruin where the purple flowers grow, Came that Ave atque Vale of the Poets hopeless woe, Tenderest of Roman poets nineteen-hundred years ago, Frater Ave atque Valeas we wanderd to and fro Gazing at the Lydian laughter of the Garda Lake below Sweet Catullus's all-but-island, olive-silvery Sirmio!
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