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