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