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Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the of a cold world
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's still silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown eyes while they're blind
Love while the the withering dawn
First day of never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every heart plays your theme with care
Kiss, while lips are still red
While he's silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown while they're still blind
while the still hides the withering dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, your lips are still red
While he's still rest
bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still without a tool
into eyes while they're still blind
Love the night still hides the dawn…
Not talk
heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the of a cold world
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's still silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown eyes while they're blind
Love while the the withering dawn
First day of never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every heart plays your theme with care
Kiss, while lips are still red
While he's silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown while they're still blind
while the still hides the withering dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, your lips are still red
While he's still rest
bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still without a tool
into eyes while they're still blind
Love the night still hides the dawn…
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