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