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  • Le parole sospese nell'aria, are her words, unspoken words of love, suspended in the air between them, as they lie beneath the clear blue sky with their hands entwined and he sprinkles her face, warm from the spring sun, with kisses.

    There is no wind, no light breeze to blow the words away,the day remains still and silent, only the hawk calls as he glides freely through the valley.

    Kiss me again and again she asks and as his lips touch her mouth , she knows that the unspoken words of love exist and will be engraved in her heart forever.
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