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... ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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