Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
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Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
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Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
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I say love, it is ka flower, and you its only seed
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It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
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It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give
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And the soul afraid of dyin’ that never learns to live
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When the night has been too lonely
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and road has been too long
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And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
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Just remember in the winter beneath
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The bitter snow lies the seed
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That with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose
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THE ROSE
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| 이태원 |
