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