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Sweet little words made for silence
Not so young, heartfelt love not heartache
Dark hair fall, catch in the wind
Light the way, the sight of a cold world

Kiss,
While your lips are still red
While heÂ’s still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched
Unveiled hold another hand
While the handÂ’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while theyÂ’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
Compassion, its powerÂ’s never a wasted wrong
The violin, the poetÂ’s hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care