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some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed..
When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to long
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.
some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed..
When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to long
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose.
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