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She speaks so softly,

As if the sweet breeze moved slowly,

Her heart is soft like the breast of a dove,

The more I see her, the more I am in love.

I feel like touching her,

I feel like kissing her,

I feel like confining her in my tight embraces,

I feel like chasing her in eternal races.

Perhaps I have madly fallen in love with her,

Perhaps she has turned into someone so dear.