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When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose
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And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose
Annons