| 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 the heart afraid of breaking
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| 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
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| Who cannot seem to give
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| And the 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 the bitter snows
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| Lies the seed
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| That with the sun’s love
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| In the spring
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| Becomes the rose |