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When I hear, old-fashioned love
roses in the wind come to mind,
serenades whispered in the breeze,
and the moon, accomplice of my feeling.
The softness of your gaze,
like the dawn that awakens the day,
each sigh, a ballad,
every word, a sweet melody.
Old-fashioned love, soft and eternal,
are echoes of an enchanted time,
where every gesture is a tender
portrait of the soul, a dream world.
They are sighs when I look at you,
giants that make the sky tremble;
our hearts, in unison,
dance in sincere love.