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Speak Low - Marisa Monte
(Ogden Nash / Kurt Weill)
Speak low
When you speak love our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low
When you speak love our moment is swift like ships adrift
were swept apart too soon
Speak low darling, speak low
Love is a spark lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel, wherever I go, that tomorrow is here
tomorrow is near and always too soon
Time is so old, love's so brief
love is pure gold and time a thief
We're late darling, we're late
The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
When you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon
Kindly provided by Flavius
