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 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 cannot 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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Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
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In the spring, becomes the rose.
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This Rose
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| Westlife |
