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 hes still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hands still without a tool Drown into eyes while theyre still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn First day of love never comes back A passionate hours never a wasted one The violin, the poets hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care Kiss while your lips are still red While hes still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hands still without a tool Drown into eyes while theyre still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn Kiss while your lips are still red While hes still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hands still without a tool Drown into eyes while theyre still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawnhttps://youtube/watch?v=smiFk6KHr_8
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