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little made for silence
Not talk
heart for love
Not heartache
Dark for the wind
Not to the of a cold world
Kiss, lips are red
he's still silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes they're blind
Love while the the dawn
day of love comes back
A passionate hour's a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every heart your theme with care
Kiss, while your lips are still red
he's still silent rest
While is untouched, unveiled
Hold hand
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown into while they're still blind
Love while the night hides the dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's silent rest
bosom is untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes they're still blind
Love the still the withering dawn…
Not talk
heart for love
Not heartache
Dark for the wind
Not to the of a cold world
Kiss, lips are red
he's still silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes they're blind
Love while the the dawn
day of love comes back
A passionate hour's a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every heart your theme with care
Kiss, while your lips are still red
he's still silent rest
While is untouched, unveiled
Hold hand
While the hand's still without a tool
Drown into while they're still blind
Love while the night hides the dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's silent rest
bosom is untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes they're still blind
Love the still the withering dawn…
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