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- Some say love, it is the river,
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is the razor,
That leads your soul to bleed. .
Some say love, it is the hunger,
An endless aching need. .
I say love, it is the flower,
And you its only seed.
- It's the heart afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot see to give.
And the soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live.
- When the nlght has been to 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 winter snows
Lies the seed that with the sunshine,
In the sprmg becomes the rose