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 bosom 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 bosom 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.
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