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