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