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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 soul to bleed Some say Love, it is a hunger - an endless aching need I say Love, it is a flower and you its only seed. |
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| It's the heart afraid of breakin' that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of wakin' that never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live. |
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| When the night has been too lonely & the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed, who with the sun's Love In the Spring becomes the Rose  |
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