Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.
Learn to touch the wind's soft, whispered plea,
As it murmurs secrets, endlessly.
Learn to read the furrows on my brow,
The tales they tell, I cannot speak aloud.
Dreams have their tongues, their own unspoken art,
Each a story, whispered to the heart.
Dreams have their tongues, their own unspoken art,
Each a story, whispered to the heart.
Go now, my love, and gently understand,
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.
Like still water, stir not, do not dare,
For depths reside, and secrets to ensnare.
The city's breath, a cool and whispered sigh,
Reflects the shadows, ask them why.
What words remain, when glances have confessed?
What words remain, when glances have confessed?
Go now, my love, and find your way to rest,
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes,
Where silence sings its secrets to the skies.
My lips are sealed, a vow I softly keep,
But in my heart, a deeper language sleeps.
Learn, my love, the language of the eyes.
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