While Your Lips Are Still Red

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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 First day of love never comes back
 A passionate hour's never a wasted one
 The violin, the Poets 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 dawn