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