Sweet little words made for silence not talkYoung heart for love not heartacheDark hair for catching
Sweet little words made for silence not talkYoung heart for love not heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold world.Kiss, while your lips are still redWhile he’s still silentRest while bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand’s still without a toolDrown into eyes while they’re still blindLove while the night still hides the withering dawn. -- source link
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