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Ah, that do not speak,
You as if the genius.
You cannot be loved,
Without tangencies

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For love, for passion,
For tendernesses...
And for everything, that I have told you.
Not love I due to negligence,
And only life pleasure has lost.
And the love lives, lives as lovely.
Lovely, as lovely mine.
Gentle, desired, beautiful,
Most perfect mine.
To not open to me, feelings all beauty,
To not open it to me on words,
It is possible only to understand in embraces,
As the love mine to you is strong.
Only in a kiss burning,
Only in an interlacing of gentle hands,
You will understand and will not learn never,
Secret of my most passionate flours.