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