Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger, and endless aching need I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chanceIt's the one, who won't be taken who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to longAnd you find that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter for 'neath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
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