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Baptised with a perfect name The doubting one by heart Alone without himself War between him and the day Need someone to blame In the end, little he can do alone You believe but what you see You receive but what you give Caress the one, the Never-Fading Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow Caress the one, the hiding amaranth In a land of the daybreak Apart from the wandering pack In this brief flight of time we reach For the ones, whoever dare You believe but what you see You receive but what you give Caress the one, the Never-Fading Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow Caress the one, the hiding amaranth In a land of the daybreak Reaching, searching for something untouched Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling Caress the one, the Never-Fading Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow Caress the one, the hiding amaranth In a land of the daybreak 2. REACH Baptised with a perfect name The doubting one by heart Alone without himself War between him and the day Need someone to blame In the end, little he can do alone You believe but what you see You receive but what you give Reach For hand-held heart through life For the dancer to arrive Reach And catch me before I fall Apart from the wandering pack In this brief flight of time we reach For the ones, whoever dare You believe but what you see You receive but what you give Reach For hand-held heart through life For the dancer to arrive Reach And catch me before I fall Reach For a friend whoever cares For someone whoever dares Reach To catch me when I fall Reaching for the doubting one by heart Hearing voices of the Catch the one who's falling Reach For hand-held heart through life For the dancer to arrive Reach And catch me before I fall Reach For a friend whoever cares For someone whoever dares Reach To catch me when I fall 4. 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 Wile 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 First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand, Every thawing heart plays your theme with care Kiss while your lips are still red Wile 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  lyrics added by Nori - Modify this lyrics |  |
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