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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 your lips are still 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 eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still 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 eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Kiss while your lips are still 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 eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn