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