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