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