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Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. |
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Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. |
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Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. |
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I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed. |
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It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. |
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It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. |
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It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. |
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And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live. |
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When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, |
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And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, |
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Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, |
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Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose. |
