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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
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