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never tell me
I have loved
and you love me,
know
can not say with your voice
and use your eyes
and
smile to hide
of your if
is your way love me,
letting love you;
you if, in the silence
in hair
you move between the eyes
while positioned between
fingers to let me read
your different calling;
your if, without words
to let you take the hand
discover
and leave my lips,
prelude to a hug
and I'm stuck to you
not even ask if you love me
for fear that it is not true
the perfume I feel
Antonio Biancolilla
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