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 a hunger
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An endless aching need
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I say love it is a flower
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And you it's only seed
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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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Who can not seem to give
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And the soul afraid of dying
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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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Lives a seed, that with the sun's love
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In the spring becomes the rose
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The Rose
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| Carry & Ron |
