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Sweet little words made for silence, not talk |
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Young heart for love, not heartache |
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Dark hair for catching the wind |
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Not to veil the sight of a cold world |
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Kiss while your lips are still red, while he's still silent |
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Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled |
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Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool |
| [01:07.28] |
Drown into eyes while they're still blind |
| [01:13.12] |
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn |
| [01:39.69] |
First day of love never comes back |
| [01:43.20] |
A passionate hour's never a wasted one |
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The violin, the poet's hand |
| [01:52.90] |
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care |
| [01:58.58] |
Kiss while your lips are still red, while he's still silent |
| [02:08.13] |
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled |
| [02:16.11] |
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool |
| [02:23.43] |
Drown into eyes while they're still blind |
| [02:29.26] |
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn |
| [02:55.73] |
Kiss while your lips are still red, while he's still silent |
| [03:05.53] |
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled |
| [03:13.71] |
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool |
| [03:20.92] |
Drown into eyes while they're still blind |
| [03:26.91] |
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn |
