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