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 Some say love, it is a river,
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Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need. 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, 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, And the soul afraid of dying, That never learns to live. |
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When the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long, And you think that love is only, For the lucky and the strong. |
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Just remember in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed that with the suns love, In the spring becomes the rose. |
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