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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 the chance. |
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It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. |
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And soul afraid of dying 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 far beneath |
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the bitter snows |
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lies the seed that with the sun's love |
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in the spring becomes the rose. |
