Love is in the air...it's in the breeze in the sun.
Love is in the air, wether far or near...
Love is in the air..taste it don't waste it..
Love...
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.