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