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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. Its
the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
Its the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance. |
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Its the one who
won't be taken
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.
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, Just
remember, in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows,
lies the seed that with the suns love
in the spring .. becomes the rose. |
