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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 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 

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 dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn