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Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your solu to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I'll say love it is a flower
and you'll it only see
It's the soul afraid of dreaming
that never learns to dance
It's the soul afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
It's that soul afraid of dying
that never, never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think, babe, that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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