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 the soul to bleed.
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Some say love, it is 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 its only seed.
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Its the heart afraid of breaking
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that never learns to dance.
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Its the dream afraid of waking
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that never takes the chance.
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Its the one who won't be taken
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who cannot seem to give,
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and the soul afraid of dyin'
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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 to 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 snows
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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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The Rose
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| Mudhoney |
