| 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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I say love, it is a flower, |
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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, |
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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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It's the soul afraid of waking, |
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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 snow, |
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Lies the seed that with the sun's love, |
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In the spring, becomes the rose. |
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