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little words made for silence
Not talk
Young for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to the sight of a world
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's silent rest
bosom is still untouched, unveiled
another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love the still 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 thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss, while your are red
While he's silent 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
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, while your lips are still red
he's still silent rest
While bosom is untouched, unveiled
another hand
While the hand's still a tool
into while they're blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn…
Not talk
Young for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to the sight of a world
Kiss, while your lips are still red
While he's silent rest
bosom is still untouched, unveiled
another hand
While the hand's still a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love the still 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 thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss, while your are red
While he's silent 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
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn…
(Oh…)
Kiss, while your lips are still red
he's still silent rest
While bosom is untouched, unveiled
another hand
While the hand's still a tool
into while they're blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn…
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